It all came flooding back to me: there was a woman with one hand
She made me role-play everything from an older prof to a in-patient in need of a medical exam. Yay for cocaine.
No way. Our relationship is based solely on texting and sex. A phone call would be too much at this point.
I'm a lady, I can't pee on the ceiling. Even I don't have that power.
My head. My head is the problem. Also alcoholism.
I need to get a life, I am either crying at every glee episode or just wanting to blow rails off photos of us
He makes me want to shower. It must be love.
I just look @ having a child spit on you as another form of birth control. I think my ovaries just tied themselves in a knot.
Things are coming back to me in chunks. I vaguely remember signing a shirt that said 'I enjoy vagina'
I AM SO PROUD OF YOU
Dude she tried to bite my face off last night, literally. I have never actually felt like a piece of meat until that point in life...
If you can't have hot, loud sex in a dorm for the last time ever, what can you do in this world?
Overall a good night - broke my toe giving that cop a blowjob though...so there's that...
I JUST SENT A TOILET SELFIE TO THE WRONG PERSON.
You seem like the type to go to a craft sale baked out of your mind. I like you.
These girls next to us are doing shots called bath salts. Sadly this is the classiest bar I've been to since i moved to PA
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