Just saw a denim jacket with the phrase christian cowboy...ridin with the lord under a picture of a cowboy in a sunset. I'm def in mississippi.
Found a bar with a washer and dryer and they serve food. I never have to leave
woke up to the trail of sugar cubes leading to my bed........was i that uncooperative last night
in the middle of giving him head in the backseat of my car he taps me on the shoulder, opens the door, throws up three times and then proceeds to tell me how amazing i am.
let's just pour the lemonade mix into the soco. cut out the middle man.
It was a deal breaker when she told me not to wear a condom and god would decide if we were meant to be together.
All I remember was endless tequila and pulling karate moves from 3 Ninjas Kick Back towards the guy at 7 Eleven. Explanation?
Just sharpening my eyeliner with a butterfly knife. You know. Typical weekday morning.
You're the third person who's asked me for an afternoon blow connection in one day. Unreal.
That's more of a you-issue than a me-issue
I have a big to do list for you. Number 1 - me. Number 2 - drink wine 3. Talk my ears off. 4. Me again
I thanked him for the booty call offer but told him I'd rather just do it myself
I was so fucked up last night that I peed on his FATHER'S BED and fell asleep there. and yes. his father was asleep in the bed
I mean, he drove your car and it burst into flames, if anyone cant be trusted, it's him.
He has a beach house and a Simba tattoo. Our wedding is next Tuesday, hope you're free.
He plays guitar, sings like an angel, and acts like a gentleman. If I don't fuck him by the end of first semester, I'm dropping out