He is such a slut. More and more my type.
my life is one jail cell away from being a bad country music song.
I stumbled into my living room at 4 a.m. to find him hurling my laptop across the room and his pants around his ankles. Clearly his night didn't go as planned.
yes we did fuck in his chapter room. yes it was demeaning. and yes, they probably will discuss it at chapter tonight.
I'll probably regret it tomorrow. But right now, accepting this $2000 credit card so that I can finance booty calls from across the united states sounds like a golden idea.
Just realized that St. Patty's is on a Saturday this year in case you were interested in coming to New York and redefining bender with me.
He was president of his frat and had a clap on disco ball in his room... or course I slept with him
I kept calling him escargot instead of Estaban..I don't think that was the wisest choice.
Why does my jaw hurt?
I may have punched you.
You flew out of the bedroom, stole two Solo cups from the beer pong table, put them on your feet, clicked your heels together three times
Just found out I made out with the 40 year old Captain of the boat at the barge party. On the bright side he let me drive the boat so at least there's that.
After last night I never want to be in the back of a cop car again. No leg room.
Cocaine is ok on a cleanse, right?
Did I tell you he put a lobster carcass on his dick?
I was simply suggesting that you really should try coke bondage sex.
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