It's pouring out. I am cold, wet, and miserable.... Kind of reminds me of our sleepover last night.
I couldn't accept the bj. My penis has done nothing wrong and didn't deserve the punishment of her face.
the pic of her and her boyfriend fell off the wall as we were fucking.
..and it was like all of a sudden I could hear the sounds my brain was making
You climbed into the Suite next to us at the game so you could steal the half eaten hot dog someone had left on the table. That high.
I don't know which is worse, the fact that he can say will you fuck me in so many languages or that I'm turned on because of that
We could make it cute. Like "oh those two cute lesbians who are about five foot two who sell the cocaine down the street. You know the ones? With the Yorkies?"
4:37 am. You're wearing underwear and carpet skates. Borderline crying. You want to punch Morgan. Have not stopped singing Give Your Heart a Break.
I wanted to get all my legit stuff out, but then I decided I didn't trust drunk me with my own things
Good decision.
You seemed underwhelmed by my smooth, smooth ass
If drinking had a "new high score" I think I hit it this weekend.
I wore a bathing suit downtown so I didn't have to put on underwear, I obviously don't have my shit together
You have not lived until you've slid down a waterfall fucked out of your mind. Fact.
not only was there glitter in the toilet after i peed, but there was some on the toilet paper after i wiped. this cant be healthy.
There are twenty eight units in that building. There has to be at least one heterosexual in it. You can't have fucked your way through all of it.
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