i've decided to use this saturday afternoon to take care of my pube situation
I passed out in the VIP room and she charged me for 17 songs until I woke up, theres a bouncer asking me for $700, fuck tequila
you're letting him buy you a plane ticket...to kentucky...so you can fuck him?
i know. i'm only adding to the interstate sex trade problem.
Also I hooked up with a trainer at my gym. Between her, the married chick, and the bartender, my life is becoming a bad porn plot.
I don't know, But i remember him licking ecstasy off my boobs and my boyfriend cheering him on
all I heard when I woke up this morning was "BONG HITS FOR BREAKFAST" being yelled repeatedly.
Just a heads up, the coffee pot is filled with Jager.
She said we should all be mermaids since didn't breathe for 9 months inside our mothers. I want her logic.
Did my good deed for the day.. Helped an old guy hide his beer on the NJ transit while the ticket lady came by
This is what my life has come to. Drinking champagne alone yelling at the dog because no one wants to hang out with me
At first I was horrified but then he explained that he shave a "soul patch" on his balls... And I was still horrified, but I went with it.
I'm like still hungover from the quinceanera.
I'm facebook/twitter stalking the guy I just slept with as he's passed out next to me. What a time to be alive...
Every guy I've ever fucked is single right now
Pray for me
her fuck buddy was butt ass naked in our kitchen making waffles but they tasted so bomb
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