So I just opened the bag you gave me and those panties aren't mine...
oh
well i did feel guilty about it. until i saw how hot the guy was the next day. now, nothing but pride.
He gave me a book last time I slept there. Im beginning to feel like a really weird hooker. Like instead of money he gives me random shit he has lying around. like hamburger buns
Use motel 8. I'll give you my credit card #. i'll pay for it cuz i care about your vagina.
I know. She seems like she getting that "need some dick" restlessness. Might explain the feisty attitude
they night at the roxbarryed us. came out of nowhere,bought us shots, and then the big one licked my hand? we got out of that noise.
2 things. 1. I just gave her a 6 hour long marathon fucking for America. 2. Thought of a new invention halfway through, and it's flawless.
We're trying to see who can drink the most and still be eligible to donate blood tomorrow.
Fyi: beer caps are stronger then bathroom counters
I remember key bumps, porn and a mom in my bed. Sums up my day.
that is an amazing summary hahaha
Well, after emptying the contents of my stomach into a fucking rose bush, the only things moving through my digestive system are pills, coffee, and my own lip gloss. If that gives you any idea what kind of a day I'm having.
Do they still have sex clubs in San Francisco? Because that'd be an interesting way to spend Easter.
He brought me hungover chipotle knowing full well he wasn't getting a blow job. I think he may be too in love with me.
good news: i got laid. bad news: by your boyfriend
He fucked me while wearing a unicorn horn. I think I have found the one...
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