He did the "not my house dance." Apparently it involves spreading cereal on the floor and then grinding into the carpet in bare feet while singing "not my house" over and over and dancing.
dude i woke up sitting indian style with my face on the ground and my hand in a bucket of ice.
He kept surfacing with a delighted look on his face, guessing different types of food to try to figure out what makes my pussy taste so good.
You were basically naked. Just covered in pink duck tape and feathers. I'd have to say this is beyond the slutty mark..
There's a fried egg and an empty bottle of reddiwhip in the parking lot. Did you have fun last night?
He appeared on my 7th floor fire escape and sang to me and jimmy through the window when we fucked. He's like a drunken mix of Sinatra and Spiderman.
Just fucked in a kitchen. I never want my penis that close to knives, stoves, or blenders ever again.
His personality is sparkling but nothing beats his ass
I am about to embark upon a south Boston wedding....
Hydrate.
Let me begin to explain the rest of last night by beginning with saying that out if necessity I took a pair of your underwear
Judging by the progress I've made since I woke up (none) I'm thinking this hangover may keep me in bed.
Accomplishment of the day: changing my tampon at 38,000 ft with turbulence. Fasten seatbelt sign was definitely on.
So I had Xanax for breakfast & I'm probably going to fuck my tennis instructor.
am i the only one who finds it a little awkward seeing as we all made out last night?
I just tried to lit a bowl with my chapstick.
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