I woke up this morning naked, with a to-go box from Qdoba, an entire meal completely untouched. I have been piecing together my night to find some answers. I feel like Nancy Drew.
I wish scraping a resin bowl could be considered cleaning.
He keeps asking where i got my clothes and accessories. i'm not sure if he wants to fuck me, or go shopping.
it's like heaven, but drunker
Her pussy was so beautiful. That's what I'LL miss the most. Not the omelets. You're the roommate, obviously our priorities on this situation are vastly different.
That little tingle vodka gives me in my esphagus is what lets me know I'm still alive.
I'm sure it's not the worst thing to ever come out of my ass
I don't have any bail money, if that's where this conversation is going
He told me we were going to a cabin. It's just logs and a tarp made into walls. This night can go either way at this point.
Aside from the possibility of pregnancy, I'm going to call last night a raging success.
The guy who was interviewing me asked if I had coke on my pants. You win this time Las Vegas
we just smoked for like ten hours and got froyo. not a bad start to the weekend.
Homeboy just asked me to strip for him. He should not be this horny and allowed to be in Vegas with his kid.
I'm not drunk or hungover and I don't have to work. My body is sooo confused!
only 3 drinks in and he showed me his fursuit, please come pick me up
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