He made sure to throw up on the Mexico side of the border while we were in line at the check point. Then finished by screaming you an have it back. You can have it all back.
he squeezed my boobs like he didn't know what else to do with them, then turned down head...
told you he was gay.
It's offcial there's a Bobby Light radio station on pandora.
I mean it's my life so what if i want to drink Molson from my sparkly shoes and not regret anything
Some guy dressed like Santa just handed me a bottle of tequila. I NEVER WANT TO LEAVE CANCUN
perfect irony that i'm celebrating international women's day with a yeast infection
Not drinking has really freed up a lot of my time. I made a bracelet yesterday. I miss bars.
All I've done this weekend is cum and drink. I think it's safe to say I'm dehydrated.
I wore home his HoHoHo boxers. I've never felt such a connection to an article of clothing.
He started tongueing his parfait and told "thats what I'd to your ass" in the middle of Starbucks. Of course i brought him home
all we have is white fucking wine this is a travesty it's christmas not a fucking funeral
but I have boobs. I'm not going to buy my own drinks at the bar like some kind of fucking animal.
I accused him of not drinking enough alcohol and eating tacos after midnight. I was sober and he's not a gremlin. I would say bad.
I just came rly close to telling a dude that I want to chew on him and there should be an oil painting of his ass up in the louvre before I realized that isn't how flirting is supposed to go
If anything I look like a soccor mom going out for her annual ladies night. Trying hard, but not quite in her twenty's anymore.
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