so i was just informed that i sang that song "pop that pussy ayyy pop that pussy" at the halloween party saturday. iembarrassing.
i have one hour to talk myself into enjoying giving him a blow job when i get home
I thought i'd save money with No Heat November but the amount of whiskey i have to buy to stay warm is probably adding up to more than a heat bill.
idk but i have you stored in my phone as 'guy with beard doing body shots'
I'll tell these girls I'm like the pet adoption center...don't play with it if you're not taking it home.
i think I'm just gonna buy a new vibrator, body pillow, some guys cologne to spray on it, a life time supply of wine and weed and be done with all this shit
Yeah. I don't think I have anything left in me tho. I think I was throwing up tangible memories at one point.
I'm sorry. I just realized our 'big night out' ended up being you driving my high ass to get burritos and back.
It was kicking off big time until you crawled out the bar on your hands and knees. Nobody wanted to mess with that.
the day has come. I have finally reached the point in my life where I just don't give a fuck about anything anymore. it's beautiful!
I really feel like I should slow down on the getting hammered. I told a bartender on "Taco Tuesday" that a $3 margarita was too expensive. And proceeded to have a $70 tab.
I might run out into oncoming traffic. Id rather break my legs and/or die then continue with today.
ill be home in an hour. Be in my bed ready for disappointment
Nothing warms my heart more than the sight of a naked hockey player in my bed.
She drank my rum. I had sex in her bed and didn't wash the sheets. We're even.
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