Yes, one should always join a cult. At least once.
so there is either a lot of blood or a lot of wine in the shower....
Our sex bag has now been upgraded to sex luggage, with wheels, and now features a first aid kit. Game. On.
I just remembered that he had fake blood all over his face last night. I woke up with it all over my dick. He was 50. Please don't judge me.
I just need to repress my desire to share my impressive chugging abilities with the world and I won't black out so much
Sundays should be dedicated to Girl Scout cookies, sex, and super hero movies.
Also, upon examining the photos, I have concluded that you were the sloppiest drunk girl of the night. And that's saying something considering Hurricane Jessica was in town.
So I'm dropping a fat deuce at work, and the lock on the stall door slips and the door slides open, when suddenly someone comes in. Now I have two options, I can either get up quickly and try to shut the door quickly (not easy to do with one hand) or I can just sit there and play it off like it's no big deal and I always dump at work with the door open. I chose option two, and it was as awkward as it sounds.
All I know is I got on a table at late night and sang gotta go my own way
We were having sex and my nose just started pouring blood. He reached down to the floor, grabbed a sock and held it to my nose. He just kept pounding away like nothing was happening.
I've never said "lesbians" so many times in a short response answer
Did we have sex last night?
No. You laid in my bed and I brought you taco bell.
I passed out in my bed, but woke up on the dog bed,with no pants, snuggling with toilet paper and a bottle of softsoap. Ive hit a new low.
Your life is a soap opera of great sex, cats, and booze.
My life. Always pantsless and occasionally topless.
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