Yeah unless I can find some idiot to make love to
theres no point in washing my sheets anymore. its always going to be a fine layer of booze and semen.
week 6 of class: i have yet to go to spanish sober. i love being THAT girl.
I'm telling people I'm celibate. It sounds cooler when it's by choice.
So I guess I passed out face first on the ground while trying to grill last night
every time i recognize a doctor or patient at the hospital on this rotation, i just pray it's not from my blackout saturday makeout slut moments...professionalism shouldn't count on weekends
The house is trashed, there is porn scattered everywhere like an easter egg hunt and the blow up doll is sleeping on the couch downstairs. someone covered her up.
Am I allowed to say that I would really enjoy blowing you again? Or does that fall into the "nothing changes between us" catagory?
I could've eaten a live cat and wouldn't remember it today. That level of drunk.
Its only.eleven and we are already chasing a man on a bike with a bag full of burger king
If for no other reason than to cuddle with that puppy, you have to hook up with him again.
Nothing like waking up naked and alone on your floor to remind you that you make life mistakes often.
He totally fucked me in his Chewbacca socks
She was so happy for me that she insisted I fuck her with my Bills jersey on. THAT ACCOMMODATING
I. Am. Not. Tattooing. My. Penis.
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