I could write a book called "things that come out of my vagina"
Pregnancy confirmed. Complete emotional instability achieved. I just cried through 95% of Avatar.
its was like we drinking an entire bottle of mystery
there is a dude in the bar with no arms getting fed beers by his friends
I swear some just paged for more cock rings over the intercom.
While running home from the bar in high heels I multi- tasked and sexted with Brent. Jesus.
Best ethics paper a stoner could write. I called my professor Dr. Superfly Arandia. And I'm pretty sure I used "respect the hustle" somewhere in there too.
Two things. 1) party at my house this Friday 2) what was the name of the Australian you fucked on the cruise ship?
I never thought my selfie stick would come in handy for nudes.
I'm just so full of love and alcohol
I don't know what you slipped me, but my TV is vomming blood right now. Thanks, jerkoff.
I'm super disappointed in my clit.
It was great. He never spoke.
That's not why it was great, just that's all I remember.
He's completely obsessed with his ex but gives phenomenal head. So overall, yeah, good first date.
I never thought I'd be on my couch watching Star Trek, getting my tits rubbed while crying.
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