once he started yelling at me in latin, i wasn't sure what we were fighting about anymore...
as nice as a boyfriend sounds, a relationship would require morals and self-restraint - both fields in which i lack.
momma always taught us never to change for a boy..
some guy just walked up to the bench i was on, backflipped off of it, gave me his number and walked away....i love this city
so I'm in athletic shorts, a suit jacket and I'm still drunk at 6:30am at the last leg of relay for life
We went to his house and he brought a jar of pickles to bed. I think im in love.
I told him I'd rather have sex with his father last night. I'll admit now that I was drunk.
I never thought that it would get to the point where I would have to specify that by "hang out" I meant "fuck like rabbits." Growing up shouldn't be this way.
So mom called me from the hospital laughing her ass off. Apparently my sister is allergic to cocaine...
His hair looked like he was in a bukaki and then got a perm right after
I though he and I knew each other well enough that we could go to my hotel room to do a bunch of cocaine together without their being any homoerotic implications, but NOOOOOOOOO!
too bad I'd hit a car before I'd hit a bush.
Are we talking about jumping from windows or your willingness to fuck a car instead of a woman?
Senior week was like trying to herd cats. Very drunk cats.
Some guy is here to get laser hair removal on his balls. I hate my job.
My "birthday sex" consisted of approximately 25 seconds of him going down on me in the shower.
But yeah, I am thinking that "Cake Heresy" will now be a thing
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