smell like capt'n and strawberry champagne
judging by the mobile uploads you added of me last night, we cant keep living this way.
Dude, I fucked her last night with nothing but my bandana on. Like straight Indian chief style.
he was holding the bottle like a running back yelling for security and the national guard as he was being tackled
Well there's nothing more unattractive them a naked, soft man crying
Oh good your over him
Come over so we can hookup and eat tacos. Those are 2 things you can't possibly turn down.
... why is there a bottle of pee on my headboard?
The number of times I have seen your cock and the number of times I have wanted to see your cock are different!
Apparently drunk me thought it was a good idea to buy $100 worth of band aids and stick them all over everything in the apartment.
The Vicodin is in the strawberries.
Another thing to add to the list of things not to do while I'm drunk......explain to the upstairs neighborr how to have quiet orgasams......she now thinks I want to be part of a threesome......fuck my life
I don't remember anything from last night, but at track I found my thong next to the high jump pit... So it must has been decent
So, I can officially cross "getting eaten out in a church confession booth" off my bucket list.
He's the first boyfriend I wouldn't cheat on. This is a really big deal for me
if my 20s were a chapter in my autobiography, it would be called "the room is spinning and my hands smell like dick"
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