I woke up and my panties were thumbtacked to his wall. Out of my reach.
I'm gonna write a book, Things that go bump in the night: The story of Katelyn. Chapter one, my roommate is a dumb whore.
i woke up at 5 am and found myself wrapped in christmas lights that were plugged into the wall.
This is a whole other level of drinking. Like the I used to eat paste with these people kinda drinking.
I don't think I can handle being a slut. There is a lot more emotional stress that I never realized.
You tried to get me to kick my booty call out at 3am by tempting me with a trip to ihop
I was just expressing concern for your pickle consumption.
Apparently I'm the last girl he had sex with. That was over a month ago. If he can go that long without sex then he's clearly not the guy for me
You know what, don't even answer. Just promise me you'll go to the Corner of Shame when you get home.
At 12:16 am. We just got out of the truck and went behind it and fucked. With 3 people in the truck. On the side of the road. As cars drove by.
I never actually go in the club. I get in line, hit on a chick, and convince her to come drink all she wants for free at my house.
He was so high he started playing Twister on the striped rug. Then when we missed midnight he went on a screaming rampage about his New Year's Eve being meaningless. How do you think it went?
how early is too early to start drinking over the gilmore girls revival
so does the amount of bruises on my arms and legs mean we had fun last night?
Upstairs definitely just had sex while I wrote you love poetry. That was a fun experience 🤷🏻♀️
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