My dog fell asleep in his puke last night. He's only 5 weeks old and has more in common with my friends than I do.
It's like sleeping with someone you met at a karaoke bar. It's never okay.
the boobs are fake... i feel like i just found out santa isn't real.
then we talked for a little and he asked my last name which since I have yet to get a fb request I'm 95% sure its for a restraining order
Why do I have peacock feathers super glued to my body?
I'm still not walking right. We need some boundaries for "drink-or-dare"...
okay. this is james and youre probably never ever gonna see me again unless i really really really want some pussy. sorry.
My lips are red and swollen. Solid proof that giving head is a viable alternative to lipstick and plumper.
Sorry I never showed up last night. It was between spending time with you and our freinds or having violent multiple orgasims. I chose the low road.
I want him to rummage through my vagina. with unwashed hands.
This is the guy I made out with and it made me think of my dad. Let's never talk about it again.
You can wear anything you want
So... Naked it is then
My boobs just got me out of my third ticket last night
i'm so proud. i woke up to nearly seven feet of basketball player in my bed this morning
you win. again.
Nothing wrong with a few meaningless hookups. Keeps the mind occupied and the body satisfied
He talked me out going to the bar. No one ever talks me out going to the bar..this is fucking love.
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