12 pack with dinner. Living by yourself is awesome.
I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
And my awkwardness continues. I felt the need to send him a text that said roar. I did it.
We're playing Edward Bottle-of-eight-dollar-sale-wine-hands now
Bath mats should not be used at mops. they don't work. consider this a drunk psa
He came inside me, looked me in the eye and said, "Happy Mother's Day"
You had salsa out and brought a banana on a plate to bed
of course! give me a few hours to recover from chugging a 4loko out of a frisbee, and it will be rage time yet again
Maybe I'll make your dreams come true and pee on you tomorrow.
Correct me if I'm wrong, but did you let me pee in the grass while barking? And also, how many of you have videos?
It was a book called Gay Safari.
I'm so happy for you now that you have found your perfect porn novel.
I just think his face would be more attractiveif it was framed by my thighs
Beans, may the odds of a nip slip and drunken make out session be ever in your favor
Woke up in bushes at UT didn't know I was Austin last night
He tried to buy me a drink at dollar beer night. All 3 of his credit cards were declined, so he asked me if I could cover it. Needless to say, I'm not calling him back.
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