i fuckib htae you, you church bitch.
how was the sex?
he smelled like pickles and burnt hair.
well, there's that.
and that's how I found out my dad doesn't believe in towels... holiday magic.
High as balls & about to be tanning. Helloooo 15 minute vacay.
no where in the syllabus does it say "no alcoholic beverages allowed".
You're surprisingly coherent for someone who thinks her couch is breathing.
I try to help out whenever I can. Speaking of rough nights I woke up half naked on Brady's couch with bloody paper towels duct taped to my foot.
Lol I just left. He's funny and he's cute. Downside: he thinks he can outdrink us
The cab driver thought we were passed out so he called a sexline...
If I end up married to you I better get lots of orgasms to help me forget I failed at life.
Im sorry that my initial plan of you grabbing his dick didnt work out but Im glad you grabbed his heart
Top hats and gin. This is why I love day drinking.
Its not like i paid for sex. She was stuck there, we simply exchanged rides.
Apparently I walked to Denny's in the pouring rain without shoes just socks last night. Excellent.
Ask him to BK for an ice cream cone and do him in the car. That counts as a date
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