I thouht it was time to go to sleep and suddenly I was front row on brokeback mountain
The theme is smores and alcohol. Dress appropriately.
I'm not sure, 7-8, the last bit was a rush of at least three blended together. Basically you fucked me so stupid that I can't even recall the number of orgasms.
So you know, I'm making that my facebook status.
The bachelorette party was all fun and games until the strippers came. AKA you guys.
I apologize for chief "dances with dolphins" sucking on your friends foot
I've literally never felt worse
My body feels like its decomposing
I'm going to make "gut the love salmon" a common slang term for sex. Spread the word.
So apparently we wrote "Lube Shopping" in Paula's diary on every friday for the rest on the year....
you know that moment when all the alcohol kicks in and suddenly you realize the bar is very loud and you just want to bite someone sexy and ride their face i am kinda at that moment
I'm slowly getting to where I don't hate people anymore.
Never mind. Some random dude just walked past me and asked if I was having fun. I snarled at him. I might still kinda hate people.
That's so awful of me. Instead of comforting her I masturbated in front of my ex-boyfriend.
I feel like ditching all logic and responsibility and get shit-faced before the week's over. Thoughts?
My roommate walked in on my inserting a tampon. Somehow, I don't think this will be improving our relationship.
I woke up to find I still had sequins under my tits. I'd say Sunday was a success.
home. only unpacked the necessities...contact case and beer.
You took your shirt off at the bar, handed it to a girl, and made her wash your dirty shirt on your washboard abs
tuesdays get the best of me...
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