Last night is one of those stories you hear about on 20/20 right after they make a law banning 90% if what I did.
we have a love-hate relationship...we love having sex but hate waking up next to eachother
I'm walking down the street with a Starbucks in one hand and a flask in the other. People seem to have a staring problem
well he is only 50 percent black.. but after last night i am 100 percent not going back
I guess our biggest consolation is that we haven't woken up in a hottub with a dead dude. Yet.
I hope they realize that to me "collecting their mail" is synonymous with "fucking in every room in their house, and twice in the party shower."
I think it may of been me pulling down my pants is why she walked away.
Just realized I probably only have one more wedding where I can say I fucked the bride.
Omg one of the midgets from last night just added me to Facebook.
When you're really drunk, Japanese toilets just have an unnecessary amount of buttons.
I wore heels to a golf store in hopes of getting laid. I've hit a new all time low.
I would go a lot of places to get laid. But I would NOT go to Staten Island.
Ya it was crazy the power went just as she was about orgasm and the vibrator got fried with the power surge
is telling someone you can be his trophy wife the same as proposing?
I have to tell him to stop eating me out so I'm not late for work; my life could be a lot worse.
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