Getting food. Want anything?
Vagina. Double meat no buns. I have the secret sauce
And my awkwardness continues. I felt the need to send him a text that said roar. I did it.
So i got in my car, the seats are leaned back, and soft soul music is playing. Wtf happened last night.
in the 'for' section of the check i put "when we got drunk and broke things". again im sorry.
I think he'd cut a tree down for me. He's from North Dakota. That's something hot guys do there, right?
i think i just put your shirt on , but i don't remember . my body can't decide if it wants to move in slow motion or fast forward
all i seem to do anymore is lay around stoned, naked and eating mangoes
Do Not. I repeat. DO NOT DRINK WHISKEY TO COPE. You will end up in jail. LEARN FROM THE PRO
There is only one good excuse for how sore I am right now. And that is incredibly acrobatic sex. Unfortunately for me that is not my excuse.
She licked EVERYTHING then yelled at me in Spanish. I just kept saying SI.
its cute though when you google his name more than one mug shot comes up from different states
We sexted for four hours straight. Is this really what my life has come to?
His name was toto. That should have been my red flag
That awkward moment when the guy you were hitting on at the bar last night is a possible suspect in a murder case.
The longer the dick, the closer to Jesus when you’re on top.
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