he was actually really polite. he asked before he came on my chest because he "wasn't sure my stance on it".
I'm getting flash backs of last night. They're coming in song form.
I'm so sick
I would imagine. You did most of your drinking for brazil last night.
That and I think I got food poisoning from sharing nachos with that homeless guy..
I just learned my tits were fire resistant. I should join the freakin circus
She was lying on the table chugging back something when the table broke
She kept going
I am in his childhood bedroom and I feel like his trophies are applauding me and his stuffed bunny is disgusted with me. Did you know he was a mathlete?
I don't know. She kept pirouetting across the kitchen while making dinner. I just sat there stoned.
After last night I think its official. Deep down, we like alcohol more than we like women.
It's meant to be, Cynthia. You, him, and your developed breasts are meant for each other.
He shattered his pelvis base jumping so his dicks out of commission for 4 months. Your up, second string.
Like I respect him so much I would suck his dick
In a very non respectful way
She made me a smoothie in the morning.. It was vodka and fruit.
I think getting right with the Lord should involve more than me and a bottle of tequila.
I told him I wanted to fuck him and he hasn't texted me back in 4 days...am I missing something
I don't think he knows you can have sex sober...
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