Just soaked up some whiskey with a paper towel and then squeezed it into a cup for consumption. New low.
I am good. I dancing. Drinking but dancing fine.
he kept looking at my chin until i asked why, then he just said he was making sure his balls didnt leave a mark.
Just saw the homeless asian lady making a hispanic man pull her shopping cart with a harness. I love Boston.
Just pulled my keys, cell-phone and a pack of cigarettes out from between my cleavage. This one guy's face was priceless.
By the grace of god and the ingenuity of Alexander Graham Bell, this text message is made possibe: YOU ARE A WHORE
so she bought me lunch gave me a blowie then paid for the gas since I drove... I think there's a catch but I'm gonna run with it
He pulled his pants down and said blow me, while passing out on my bed. I then pulled his pants up as he continuously started moaning in the background.
I woke up with a pinecone in my hair. A full pine cone.
I'm offering you baseball tickets and my vagina, isn't that enough?
You're the third person who's asked me for an afternoon blow connection in one day. Unreal.
That's more of a you-issue than a me-issue
I was grossed out that all their candles smelled like vagina and then I remembered where my fingers had been.
When and where the fuck did we get a beach ball??
Find me a cup with a lid so I can illegally drink in your car. I'll be there in bout 10 minutes.
went back to my college bar last night. Bar tender doesn't remember my name but remembers me as margarita girl...I'm not even mad though
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