yeah, i liked him til i heard he had a sac that could apparently smother my face.
I could write a book called "things that come out of my vagina"
I have one brief flash of having his dick in my hand. that's all I remember.
I'm still reeling over the fact that you beat us all at Risk while you were flat on your ass drunk and falling asleep on South America.
I could feel myself puking on my feet but it was so warm i didnt even care.
he told me he was watching a movie and he'd be over later and i asked how long. he said 8 inches give or take. you cease to amaze me with the guys you set me up with.
Even though we had just had to physically take her off of someones lawn she was peeing on when they came outside, she still insisted on walking unassisted the rest of the way home. It was dignity meets shit show.
I've used my house key more to do bumps of coke than I've used it to get in my house.
So instead of asking me for my number, he asked for my dad's because he wanted to "thank the man that helped create those tits."
It was less of a bar, and more of an abandoned basement that some people sell booze in.
I only had ten dollars. So leave it to Katie to somehow makeout with the bartender, on his shift mind you, and get free drinks.
yes, i'm a douce. but i'm a high quality douche.
I really need to get a comfy set of masturbating shoes
Woke up in my boxers on a subway with a phone number written on my arm in lipstick..Best Night EVER.
i only got to wear my halloween costume for an half hour before it got taken off.
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