I tried booty calling last night but apparently he was too tired and wants to meet up tonight. I told him planning defeats the purpose.
You fell asleep mid BJ last night. I put your pants back on you. My ego is pretty bruised this morning.
Packed at 6 am completely wasted. Damage assessment: 12 pairs of socks (no underwear), a flashlight, 3 shorts, shot glass, 8 sweaters, puff paint, one sneaker.
He brought over a 20 dollar bottle of wine. Who does that? This is college.
She left scratches down my back from her wedding ring. Her husband seems like a nice guy though, judging by the scratches it had to be at least a carat.
apparently they wrote a song entitled "butt slut" about her... im thinking shes not girlfriend material.
You went from loaded cattleman, to football player, to better football player, to art major from Missouri. Your future was looking so good for a while.
Sounds good! I plan on writing a book entitled: I've Probably Done Cocaine In Your Bathroom. A tell-all by Lauren.
Am I the only one that feels like there are hundreds of tiny people having a rave and stomping and kicking around inside my head this morning?
I mean i can't really be mad...either way i was gonna fuck him or hate fuck him, so it's basically a win/win situation.
We fucked then made friendship bracelets, his mother taught him right!
There are two guys's cum on my sheets. Be a man and be the third.
Speaking of mom and dad and Halloween... Mom bought a size small slutty nurse outfit last night. So yeah, they're getting hammered
ALSO I MAYBE ACCIDENTALLY HAND CUFFED MYSELF TO A CHAIR
He also wore a doorag last night so i had to swipe left.
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