so that wasnt chicken after all
...i had to draw her a diagram of her own vagina. including a little arrow to the clitoris. shouldn't it be the other way around?!?
Im a photoshop master, i successfully reduced the size of the pupils of all the girls I made out last night with to prove they were not that drunk. So glad the camera goes home with me.
he asked me if i would dance for him to make it easier for him to jack off. does that answer your question.
I woke up and found 10 txts from him. All sent at 6:30 am, and all about the muffin man.
Hes still mad that I left the room mid-hookup to go get a pickle from the fridge.
last nights episode of shot friends brought to you by polish vodka and flamingo baseball. pickles cure hangovers.
I did nothing besides stay sober all night, I walked home to find max naked knocking cups off the counter with his cock lol
Overslept. So hungover. Apparently texting the first person in my contact list the time I would like to wake up is not how the alarm clock in my phone actually works.
She is currently expressing her joy for "bad to the bone" through interpretive dance...
He was just lying in his underwear like a present. I had to unwrap it.
I guess I'll just chalk it up as a learning experience and a lot of great sex.
"I played a game called "how drunk can you get in a minute" last night. How was your Thursday?"
I also woke up in a bed soaked of pee and drunkenly lectured him on the dangers of chewing tobacco... weird night
One lone grasshopper in the whataburger bathroom. Don't know how it got there. Scared the fuck out of me. Also puked over the side of the silverado fence. The horses looked disappointed. Animal magnetism is beautiful. You taught me well. I love you.
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