So for a second i just thought clitoris was a disease.
I fell alseep but then some dude picked me up. Comforter and all stuck a blunt in my mouth and carried me back downstairs because "I wasn't done partying"
She tried to lure me back to her house by saying she had "real" pizza.
I like that we make it a requirement to howl at the moon every time we get drunk together.
I haven't had nearly enough lesbian experiences to fully commit to this relationship.
i'm traumatized. his orgasm face consisted of him looking like my dead grandfather and burping.
He was pretty wasted I guess, but the crippled guy threw the first punch it was awesome
He is now tagging himself in my pics from last year where he is barely visable in the corner. i feel like he's marking his territory.
Since the world is still here you can go ahead and disregard those pictures I sent
Balls deep in an Orange is the New Black marathon. Bring food and drugs.
Nope. I've found you care about two things in life: your momma and spreading your seed.
His name was Kyle but I insisted on calling him baby Jesus all night and then we did a line and he bought me Taco Bell so idk
Well I had to use a seat cushion at Soul Cycle today so, yeah, I'd say the sex was good
I woke up naked in her room. More precisely, I woke up naked in her room with her and her sister laughing at my penis. I hate my life.
The party pretty much ended once she shit on the couch
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