I think I might be in your shoes. Except they are actually my shoes. Either way these shoes are wasted.
I wonder sometimes what your vagina thinks about you.
judging by the mobile uploads you added of me last night, we cant keep living this way.
I just had a flashback of 4:30am: me hugging the toilet bowl and you handing me a jar of pickles to open. There is something seriously wrong with us.
We just filmed our own version of iron chef. The secret ingreient was whisky.
What did you cook with whisky?
We started a fire.
I just canoed to the bar. I am a skilled drunk paddler.
He also has scotch. LOTS AND LOTS of scotch. I think you'd like him!
That is always a wonderful personality trait!
It's a lube slip n slide down the hallway now. Details later.
He told me that his greatest skill was making White Russians.
I gave a handjob to the beat of uptown fuck last night
He was feeling me up but acting like he was asleep. Like WTF does that mean??
I don't know what's wrong with me. The guy from bar rescue is making me horny
First post college job and I got fired within a week. Something tells me that adulthood isn't going to be as much fun as sex and the city led me to believe.
This fucking storm better not ruin my sex plans this weekend
just said thank you to the lady who gave me a body search at the airport
Randomize
