My mind said no, but my drink said yes.
Just walked by a group of guys calling out walks of shame with a mega phone from their front porch.
On the bright side I still get a $20 referral bonus at the plasma center even though he passed out during donation because he was so high.
God, for the last time, no I did not break my nose doing a keg-stand just for a nose job.
there is a dorito bag in my car full of my mouth blood
the fat guy in me is very excited, and the skinny guy in me is very excited for the fat guy in me
He came over hammered at four in the morning with roses trying to get me back when my new fling opened the door he just stood there crying for 40mins even after we closed the door
My apartment smells like a lavender field inside of a giant bong.
Now I have the walk of shame to give the receptionist the bathroom key back, I've had it for 20 minutes. I should just smile and wink. She knows what went down.
We fucked so hard that when I orgasmed I tore his towel rack off the wall. He was more impressed than mad.
You left me alone with nothing but donuts and my thoughts.
we just talked about our morning and what we were doing for the day and he handed me the addies and i took $50 out of my bra in front of a bunch of frat guys. so the mornings going really well
He started french braiding my hair while I was blowing him. The question is not why, but how.
Life lesson... stop having side pieces that know each other...ffs.
how do I say, without sounding slutty... That I can take a dick?
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