Where are you?
In a non slutty way
lesson #67 learned in college: a three day old margarita, is still a margarita.
He came in the heat vent in my car. Don't ask how it happened.
Like if I don't roll around in my puke, the night will be a failure.
Right now I can't do anything that will ban me from donating plasma. That is a legit source of income for me.
Police were closing down the bar due to gunfight and I was crying because they wouldn't let me finish putting temporary shamrock tats on my boobs
Just got a free shot w my beer...it's not quite 11am yet...I love international travel. These people aren't judgmental.
I asked him how his night was and he sent me a picture of a bottle of Ciroc with a bendy straw...
I will refer to it as the penis of glory... he fucked me for 3 and a half hours - and all he needed was a 5 minute power nap in the middle (which he took WHILE INSIDE ME). I plan on staying with him forever
I went through his pics. Will you go with me to get tested?
We all have to be good at something. Mine are writing, drinking, fucking and peer pressure.
I sliced my fucking arm open last night after margarita madness and had to drive myself to the ER. Got six stitches and a social worker came in and asked if I was abused due to my sex bruises. I literally had to tell her "don't worry, I like it rough"
He went out to smoke and when he came back I was still in the same spot naked and unable to breathe.
All I could say was, "ladies and gentlemen, THIS is why I drive 30 mins"
I know you are gonna wanna ask a lot of questions but when we are home I need to cover your face with deli meat and photograph it
Justin has passed out on the toilet in a locked stall. Stay tuned for pics.
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