Life's too short to consider the larger psychological underpinnings of my lust.
We decided to have a girls night of four lokos, three of us cried and the other puked
It was just a friend comforting a friend. Except his penis was inside of me.
I went out as a member of the house of Gryfindor and came home as Snooki
I'll have my hookups make my March Madness picks. Win my bracket, win my heart. That's how it works right?
Like fighting the continuous urge to sing Neil diamond "coming to America" kinda fucked up right now
Also, rendered a whole bar silent last night when I told a guy to take off his panties and take a shot out of my cleavage. Video to follow...
This is my life. Enjoy the view
Lol he touched my butt after his grad party and a shooting star went by. No kidding. My ass is mystical.
How are you feeling?
I mean, shattered dignity aside, not bad.
So my POF profile is full of Archer references. Only guys who get them will be getting any response to their messages.
I don't want my vagina anymore.
I think he may actually care that I call him slampiece instead of his real name. Who knew he had feelings?
I realize that my conversation topics seem to only be about bees and my cross dressing fiance. Thank you for being my friend.
I was giving him head and he slipped one of those hats with propellors on top on my head.
Randomize
