So what's the moral of this story? Aside from 'lesbians hold grudges'?
Even My mom was ashamed of me bringing her home, she pulled me aside, and told me i can do better than, "butter faces"
ok so hold on... from what i hear... thank you... i'm sorry... and your welcome.
does it count as a threesome if she tried to blow the dude who was passed out next to us?
See, not all bad decisions involve my penis.
He got tattooed, peirced, and we're pretty sure he got rufeed by that fat chick. He was like a walking spring break stereotype.
You hit on my mom and then passed out in the kiddie pool.
I think you can do her, she seemed pretty set for revenge the second time her boyfrind high fives her in the face.
He left his shoes, boxers and socks at my house & managed to walk home to his dorm without realizing anything was missing until 3 days after. That's the last time i'll ever hook up with a freshman.
I was barred out and drunk as fuck locked out at 3am in my Indian costume. It was literally freezing outside. I laid down on the concrete and made a bonfire with dry leaves. Then proceeded to ask.the.bonfire nicely to "please dont go out". Drunk me went strait up survival mode.
I think the solution to your phobia is an open relationship with your dildo. about the same responsibility as a pet rock
when I came to get Jamie there was a cop standing outside with her, made me roll down my window to tell me "she's got to go cause she won't keep her shirt buttoned"
I think I freaked him out last night. We got back to my place and I made chicken nuggets, chicken Alfredo, and half of one of those huge oreida hashbrown bags. And then ate all of it
I'm sitting on the toilet eating a taco... I feel like a female Elvis.
I biked home blackout drunk last night, but I have some memory of throwing my bike in a rage when I couldnt get it down the stairs. No idea on the bright orange puke in the sink.
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