we're blogging at a bar
Just got my period. I'm not pregnant with Scott's child and I won't be having any sex tonight. This must be what they mean by bittersweet.
Roller skating + drunkeness + peeing = mess
well we are all hammered and my parents are reminiscing about all the times they drove us home drunk from Christmas
I told him we couldn't have sex because I was ovulating and "I come from fertile people."
I look like a herd of wild horses chewed on my back. If you bite me again while taking me from behind, I'm going to have to cut you off.
This is the second time in a week I've woken up with your bra in my bed and I've had to sit and think about how it happened.
How do I tell my child he was conceived on a barstool in South Alabama?
Nah its cool some of my cousins have fucked the same girls and brought them on family vacations and everything.
You can't just beat off while driving someone else's car. Thats a rule
Thats your rule and this car is nice
Could you imagine living in a city where bartenders are available by 1:30 AM
I'd have like 4 kids by now and at least one std
We were kinda loud so his roommate woke up and to make up for it he invited him to a threesome. I can't drink whiskey anymore.
this is the last time i am going to a 7am booty call
Hold on I'll be right there, I can't find my arm.
Only if I get to be Gritty
How would you be Gritty for a fantasy hockey league?
Don't worry about it.
Randomize
