Apparently at one point I was wearing my sweatshirt backwards like it was normal and then I threw up into the hood. Never drinking again.
rubbing her clit was like playing thumb war
I don't care how hungover you are were not listening to enya
I'm one shot of soco 100 away from fucking a mailbox
she kept calling me pablo. i just went with it.
did you dip my ponytail in franzia? its the only thing i can think of to explain my hair right now.
On my way back to his place to see his "art". Why am I sure this is going to be nothing more than his dick in a box?
You were force feeding yourself jello and you kept repeating, "I will not surrender"
I made a list on my phone of places I want to fuck, it's right under my list of groceries I'm getting a little too used to regular sex but dude monogamy is the shit
he just sat there, in the doorway of my dorm room, chuggin a fifth like nobodys buisness.. don't know whether to fuck him or be afraid of his confidence
We went from zero to drunk tank in 45 minutes.
He went out to smoke and when he came back I was still in the same spot naked and unable to breathe.
All I could say was, "ladies and gentlemen, THIS is why I drive 30 mins"
He said he cried as he watched porn yesterday; I'd say he's taking the break-up pretty bad....
like I'd leave you in a situation like that..pfft. what kinda friend do you think I am?
...a stoned one.
I watched one of the videos of you hanging from the rafters, and it is both violent and sexual in nature.
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