before i could say "i'm not that kind of girl", i was.
it was like the sexual equivalent of when Wilson fell off the raft and floated away
I'm not really sure how I got home, but judging by this headache, i'm assuming it involved bourbon.
Just bonged a beer from a vuvuzela...this place is only doing good for me
I can't. I can't get out. He cooked me food. And made me jager bombs. And painted a glow in the dark smilie face on my boobs
About to trim my pubes so if you decide to walk in, viewer discretion is advised.
currently waiting for her to check in on Facebook, the second she does I'm there. someone is getting laid tonight
I'm not stalking, she is pretty much begging me to come find her if she checks in
Her boyfriend caught us fucking and said "cool you're cheating too" and left.
You live a charmed life.
I'm doing blow on my fuzzy rug
Come join me
I wish I could remember her name, I mean we fucked and all, but it woulda been nice to tag her in the instagram pics.
The bathroom smells like ribs. What did you do?
Dude, where are you?
In back
of car
... whose car?
we were both freshly single and using each other as rebounds. most intense sex I've ever had. i felt like a grizzly bear emerging from hibernation in a whirlwind of sexual fury
like I'd leave you in a situation like that..pfft. what kinda friend do you think I am?
...a stoned one.
shes rolling around in the floor yelling my vagina hates me
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