an ex called crying about her current BF. convo ended in phone sex. i love emotional wrecks
Pretty sure I went to the bar in my bathing suit, sweat pants, and high heels.
She's "scared" of blowjobs, so she just played with it for a while.
It's official. I now have that "I was drunk and needed the money" college story to share later in life.
only clue right now is the orange grease all on my clothes. debit card denied so I know something weird went down..
We had sex in the tent after his 6th beer and while we were at it we had conversations with the people outside the tent.
I offered to buy ihop waffles for all the homeless people outside the metro. It was time to go to bed.
well I woke up with about $3 in odd change and a note that said "I'm borrowing your weed." So, no, it didn't go to well.
T minus 20 hours until we forget our names, find some city cowboys, and g&t into the night.
I would definitely ride that dick into the sunset if nuggets are involved
All I did was call him a fucker when he took my pot. He didn't have to arrest me.
Shut the fuck up! I can hear you having sex over Pirates of the Caribbean you moaning whore.
I have jizz, in my hair. I'm sitting in class with jizz. In. My. Hair. I need to make better life choices.
I should have known when she mixed malibu and V8. It smelled just like tanning oil and when she drank it she said "Oh well, not the first time."
Nothing kills the mood like opening another guy’s dick pic in bed
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