Raging hang over. 6AM finish. Shat on a bag of trash in an alley. D L that last bit.
her vagine was all disorganized.
I am so horny I keep driving over the rumble strips... best half hour ever.
Just toasted a glass of brandy with my own reflection to my dimples. Why are you not here?
he just kept repeating that I have nice areolas
and i think we compared dick sizes, then high fived...
This morning I proved to myself and all the kids on the playground that I can't puke and drive.
Home remedy for the herp. Black tea. I need to strap teabags to my wang.
wine lets you be on time to class apparently
This is a dangerous realization
I gave his parents a candle as a thanks for letting me hang out there all the time. Which i guess is more accurately a thanks-for-letting-me-fuck-your-son candle
Only he would come to a strip club and talk about an internship with Walt Disney during a lap dance.
I almost stopped mid bj to let him know I appreciated his balls being nice to look at/have my face near. But I didn't know if that would ruin, or improve the moment.
I wanted one last NYC adventure and I got it. Now I just have to figure out a polite way to wake up the pantless former stripper illegal Russian immigrant street violinist chick currently in a vodka coma in my bed.
You have cats and a ten year IUD. Embrace it.
Is someone on their way here yet? I'm way too tweaked to be here alone
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