last night was a success...if success means i don't remember the guy's name and my panties are somewhere in the parking lot behind the bar
Fyi: he's overweight and balding. My biological clock is ticking so loud I can't hear the TV.
I dinstinctly remember making out to "I believe I can fly" and waving my arms like a bird to the beat.
what did you hear about me?
that you are a very nice girl and a pleasure to be around
that was hard to say and not laugh
We were making out when she went into convulsions. At least now I know she's allergic to peanuts.
You guys tried to boil water to fill up the empty hot tub. After the fourth trip back with the kettle you gave up.
We tried to play tennis but after about 15 minutes we gave up and fucked against the fence. Woulda been a cute third date so of course I had to ruin it.
I completely forgot about the posting of partying pics shortly after adding my gma my dad was like grandma says your all over fb but she doesn't know how to use it. Of course I'm all over her fb. She's got 6 friends I am her newsfeed
You made me take a photo of you under the stairs at the bar. "Look I'm Harry Potter."
He's my ex's boss. I'm not above sleeping with him for that fact alone.
You are not the cause of late onset lesbianism.
Also so weird my phone cracked after I repeatedly threw it at the ground as hard as possible
My sex life is driven by spite and alcohol
She has an alarming number of pictures with cat ears but the sex is amazing.
Humming the Indiana Jones theme song as my hand makes its way to his dick.
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