Yeah I guess I was Pocahontus. If she were a trifling drunk who hung out in her undies, with possible brain damage.
you were almost asleep and mumbling "your penis is on my cheek"
is it really high of me to have brought my own hot sauce to wendys?
I just used my thong as a hair tie. I think I reached my limit.
Watching Blossom reruns on YouTube. Eating Pringles dipped in hot chocolate. Not taking this breakup well.
It smells like ranch
Must be all the white people
She started puking and I started running and I swear to god there was a wave of vomit chasing me down the stairs.
After she lost the bet I made her get on one knee so she could "Te-blow me"
While I was fucking him, he grabbed a taco off his shelf and started eating it. I had taco dripped on me. I have no idea where the taco came from.
Being with her was like shitty sexual fear factor big ass sausage nipples over sized outty belly button i was scared and drunk tell know one
It might've been him telling me last night that he "doesn't even need beer goggles to fuck me." When I thought that was sweet, I realized something needed to change.
That feeling when you're ready to convert to the religion of whatever god will stop the vomit. Dynamite is illegal.
Dude. Stop sending me lines from Hungry Like the Wolf
I'm not 100 percent on this, but I think I just shit a lump of cement. What the fuck happened last night?
So her ex boyfriend came up a lot in conversation while I was fucking her. Is that weird?
Who the fuck has a conversation during sex?
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