ive decided theres a fine line between accepting money for sex and letting someone buy you late night taco bell and knowing that if he hadnt you wouldnt be in his bed right now
i'm dressed up like the coppertone baby and being hit on a guy in a monk costume. the irony is not lost on me.
long story short: there's a file in the master file cabinet labeled "lube".
Just heard this lady walk by on her phone saying "did everyone orgasm?"
I don't know how, but he made a bong out of a hamster wheel. To say I am impressed is an understatement.
I don't not like him. It's just wierd talking to him because we both know I fucked his wife.
It's pitch dark except for the glow sticks, someone turned the heat up as high as it would go and the bathroom is flooded. Also think I just stepped on someone's face.
I knew this night was headed for bad when I was drinking cherry bombs out of a sippy cup in the shower
Ive been high since the plane left the ground in Los Angeles and Ive been in Chicago. Right now, Im on a train headed towards downtown to go to an anime convention. At this point, I am just taking life as it comes, furries and all.
Spending the night with him made me realize that stupid people both irritate and fascinate me, so I'd say it equaled itself out.
i wasnt sure i had a crush on her until i woke up this morning and saw i had googled fifteen variations of "lesbian marriage in estonia". where the fuck is estonia
I may or may not have just had sex in the bed of a pick-up at a drive-in movie theater.
PSA Do not blow dry your junk.
I'm going to leave the 5 dollars that fell out of my bra while fucking in his room on the dresser as an apology
I know you’re not my dad, but you’re someone’s dad. You’re also like a second dad to me as well. And one who I send nudes to as well. Happy Father’s Day
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