so heres a good story. about 6 hrs ago i took a bath with bruce blasting. and 6 hrs later i woke up still in my bathtub but in cold water
he's 24. he finally texted me instead of using facebook chat. baby steps.
All I remember is yelling at him to admit he liked Bon Jovi, then accusing him of giving love a bad name.
The sex was so good, I called my ex during the 2nd time just so he could hear. Is that mean?
i'm using my hot pot to make jello shots in a muffin tin. i'm never ever graduating.
Nope. Can't afford girlfriends. Still looking for the 25 year old bisexual tripled who owns a brewery or a casino.. the search continues....
i had to take off my light up shamrock necklaces, my professor was getting suspicious.
There's times when I need to be plowed... and I'm ashamed to admit auto correct was able to predict that entire sentence.
I am sorry. I am also on acid.
Apparently she "missed me" and the only logical solution was to fuck my brother.
I can't decide which is better: the sex, or remembering that I have ice cream in the freezer after he left
Oh well, he'll live. He has a hand and a penis.
He went three whole days without making a star wars reference, of course he got sex
I never thought I'd be complaining about having sex 4 times a day, but here we are...
Listen, yo... we need to have a serious conversation about this Dollar Store toilet paper. Because if I’m going to finger someone’s ass, it’s not going to be my own.
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