she went to type in rate my professors and rate my pussy came up in my recent searches. needless to say, i will likely be masturbating to the aforementioned site tonight.
i have only one word for you: 3somewithnorwegiangirls
Update: we are pushing the start of day drinking back from 9 am to 10 am. Minor delay.
The world is my kaleidiscope. I see whatever the alcohol wants me to.
She kept crying and asking why I couldn't look more like Dennis quaid.
And fyi howling is not an acceptable form of communication.
No foreplay. Missionary. Too quick. And he owns a fedora.
I almost fell asleep reading that.
I almost fell asleep fucking it.
My life is a clusterfuck of men and disorderly priorities right meow.
Wet should excavate the hamsters out of the front yard n give them a proper burial.
I just feel like if we dated, he'd just be crying the entire relationship
We could probably bang our way to enlightenment. However acid helps.
Last night was great... In the "I got videotaped making out and getting a handjob on the couch in front of 100 people." kinda way.
Can I just go naked and covered in glitter?
I remember turning to Jon after doing a line of coke and saying "I was a Girl Scout"
really enjoying the fact I don't remember how the staff party ended. feel like I need to shame drink today
feel at noon?
Randomize
