my weekend in 10 words or less: hot friend of a friend, open bar, beach house, sore. In that order too.
I just remember thinking that if i ran really fast through the house, no one would notice i was naked.
No you are right. With a nickname like Monster Cock, you shouldn't expect him to want to "just talk". I'd be insulted too
He told me that "my little fuckpig" was a term of endearment in Britain. I think I'm in love.
got high to the hills theme song. FEEL THE RAIN ON YOUR SKIN. no regrets.
Um...any recollection of peeing in the pantry
we can fight about whose fault it is later....naked.
there is nothing worst than getting kicked in the face by a stripper
Eight drinks in. Subject is fondling chips before eating them. Intoxicated texting has expanded from best friend to random guy I met in FBLA.
ok, i suppose pissing your pants could be considered a wardrobe malfunction.
It was marvelous. I was drunkenly conversing with my professor in some of the best Spanish I've ever spoken.
I threw up in my brother's Easter basket
Its like he got lessons from Jesus on how to use his tongue. And his dick.
I'm just happy stripping was the reason you fractured your hand
So...I'm pretty sure I have officially determined that reverse cowgirl is the only position possible to have sex in my smart four two
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