So how come you never look me in the eyes anymore when we make love?
i went to go through my sent box of drunk texts from last night and they were all deleted... i'm going to assume drunk me made the executive decision that sober me would be better off not knowing what they said
well tonys high enough to be moving from spot to spot around the kitchen shooting tortellini into a boiling pot and yelling "KING JAMES" whether he makes or misses it.
She's licking the seat belt now. Feeling a little uncomfortable
as she was beating the hell out of his ex, she screamed prison rules, and smashed her head with a beer bottle. I'm oddly afraid yet so attracted to her now.
He left a trail of vomit straight from our dorm to the bathroom. Looks like we have our identities for the rest of the year.
Apparently you can coat check a keg.
I can't decide if the sex was so good I couldn't move, or if it was me being loaded on all the morphine that they shot me up with at the ER.
I think I need to see a chiropractor after giving that blow job
They're giving you narcotics aren't they?
If I offered to share would you come visit me?
You kept yelling stranger danger at Nick because he was talking to that girl you didn't like. Your not invited ever again.
Lol, maybe a little bit. I don't know. I don't keep a super keen memory log of dicks honestly.
I have wine with a bendy straw bitches I can do fucking anything
I texted him "my vagina is pounding for you"
I know, you made me proof read it.
I can still taste your cum in my mouth and my in-laws are coming over. This should go well.
Randomize
