He only uses me for sexual pleasure. The sad part is I don't even feel like a slut. I just I feel like I should just live in the top drawer of his nightstand....for free of course.
and im sitting here waiting for them to work on my car. in a room full of men. that are too old for me. its like a sausage fest nightmare...
I have no idea. I woke up naked on someones toilet locked in the bathroom with two baby kittens.
We had to go visit his dealer in the hospital to buy some weed.
There are only families here. I'm at the bar alone double fisting drinks. You cannot get any more approachable than I am now.
My judgement was not "clouded". My judgement was in the midst of a fucking hurricane or something ridiculous.
Your place is a magnet for either righteous parties or crippling alcohol dependency. Lets find out which together
When the question of, do you know who's ass has been on the cake you are eating is said... Good or bad party?
don't say the first was when I crawled under into the dressing room
No more vodka shots for you. Last night you begged a man on your knees to sell you his beard. He had no beard.
Id have to say flaming beer pong was a royal success.
guy at the bar just asked how many cows we have on our land, then proceeds to ask me out. you know your from the country when....
He just went to a job interview a sharpie moustache drawn on his face..
After drinking all day I popped an adderal, slammed three beers in a row, apparently told the bartender "thanks bitch" then ran on stage.
Hey! Its not the first time I've been eaten out in a bridesmaids dress in a church by a groomsman!
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