Um, that's called prostitution
Not if I leave it on the nightstand, then it's called cab money
something came early last nite... and lemme tell u it wasn't christmas...
He used one end of the towel to wipe the cum and I used the other end to wipe the tears
I hate nights where "I found my underwear" can be considered a victory.
I'm already mentally preparing myself for the fact that I'll probably be sleeping next to a toilet.
Also I think he would slowly, painfully, die. You really can't live without a penis. You'd explode.
She finally pulled over after almost hitting 4 cars and a semi and asked me if i was rwady i told her to let my penis to come back out
I don't like sad things. I do like drinking though
mhmm. we know where to go, which places have free bathrooms, how long you can be in one until its sketchy, we have this down to a science. we're like the college sophomore pregaming dream team
He left his cock-ring in my truck.
Consider it a gay sex souvenir.
The picture on Facebook I was just tagged in, with the mask, that is the definition of Carmen, my drunk alter ego
Rain drop, shock top, drinking can't stop stop
I'll be wearing lingerie and holding a bottle of bourbon so pick up whatever food you think goes with that
only you would understand that I was talking from the perspective of my boobs
I get so sad when I watch him slowly destroy his life with whiskey and cocaine. Then he bites my neck and I just want to fuck him. I can't help it.
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