I just spent the night with a bunch of indian guys and i wasn't attracted to a single one. Yeah i've officially become an anti-indian indian.
my vag is so smooth its legendary
how ive managed to spend 100$ at an open bar is beyond me.
I'm quitting my job and I'm just going to become a professional drunk girls mistake.
I think as far as last words to bitter ex girlfriends go, "enjoy that staph infection youre about to get in your uterus" is right up there with the best
All I know is I was dancing to Shakira in his alley and I think rubbing my junk on his car door.
He took getting"shit in your neighbors hot tub drunk" way to literally
So yeah never trust sex tips from yahoo answers
Maybe I'm just didn't notice and imagined a different penis as a Freudian coping mechanism?
I still think he fell and scraped his elbow and lost his credit card buying 8 hot chocolates for hobos
I CAN'T FUCK HIM OUTSIDE. THAT'S FOR PEASANTS. HE'S TOO FAMOUS FOR THAT.
Nothing like being buzzed at 10:20am off wine shots in Amish country
I thought about mashed potatoes the whole way home
I wish there was a morning after pill for dominoes.
Van sex tonight? No need to tell me how classy that sounded.
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