im never drinking mad dog again and i have your belt.
no, there's no challenge. I live a humble lifestyle out of virtue.
You wear Armani Exchange.
the last thing i remember saying is "hope you like body hair"
in the past 3 nights i've fucked a millionaire, a drug dealer and a civil engineer... i dont really have a "type" anymore
im trying to stop thinking of him and his amazing dick. every time i do i snap myself with a rubber band. classical conditioning at its finest...and you said i wouldnt learn anything from psychology.
She scratched my sunburn during sex. I didn't know whether to cry or cum
Dude. Get me out of here. I'm surrounded by glitter-faced 40 year olds in halter tops. The desperation here is so thick you can taste it.
We should probably go now, otherwise the whores will descend.
I thought I was invisible, then some guy flashed his high beams at me and I realized my lights weren't on...not invisible.
Chose not to courtesy flush and the CEO huffed the result. I feel powerful.
Going back to the ever classy sneak out to the fridge and swig liquor from the bottle method. That it is legal for me to drink here makes the fact that I have to do this all the more depressing.
I was so ripped I had a natty light box over my head carrying a spray bottle out in the streets trying to give car washes.
I'm soaking her vibrators in tabasco and wasabi paste. "furious" is an understatement
I had Mac n cheese made with weed butter last night. Epic
Who brings a stripper to breakfast at the dining hall? What was the plan? Impress her with his meal plan?
Randomize
