Note to self: When getting ready to leave with a kid in a wheelchair don't say Let's roll
Yeah, i don't remember peeing. or meeting the girl.
the bulge in his pants is not junk. its hair. trust.
Just found out my brother beats off to Lauren Conrad. the Hills will never be the same.
he also begged me to fake an orgasm when he couldn't get me to come.
the ball fondling will be left out of the trip recanting
I cant do that to my vagina yet. its my prize posession.
But life is now good. Well, not good, good would be not wearing the penis hat with the extended family of the boy I just cheated on, but as good as it's going to get today
You're alright. You just passed out while we were having sex. Then I'm pretty sure you peed. So I went home.
Dude. Going to the Theme park the day after the 4th of July was the worst idea I've ever had.
nm just hungover. watching movies and roasting marshmallows in bed, over a candle to avoid life
I am stoned, not wearing a bra, and a woman. There is no way in fuck I am getting on a fucking bus.
I opened the door, threw up on the street, wiped my mouth and flashed a thumbs up to all of the cars behind us and kept on driving
Here's the thing. Kinda drunk. Eating leftover soup. In bed. Watching Disney channel.
I sure hope so...I wonder if he could tell in that email that I'm really good at blow jobs. Hopefully he heard that tone. Any means necessary.
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