She looked like her face caught fire, and someone put it out with a screwdriver.
I'm having post traumatic stress flashbacks of last night. That big. Don't know whether to call him again or change my name...
Some drunk couple just made out on the sidewalk and it reminded me some sweet moments we have shared...
Between the plague n the counterfeit drugs we brought back from mexico I'm not thinking too highly of their country right now. Screw mexican homeless men.
I find it worrying that she bit me in bed. Then proceeded to write her name in bite marks. All without ever losing the rhythm of our fucking.
Ur dog was like a damn middle school chaperone this morning trying to lay between us after what he saw us do last night
He walked door to door asking if anyone needed to get laid. Surprisingly, that ended his drought
You paid at the door and they gave you a straw for the kiddie pool full of booze.
After a bit there were two girls who got naked and liquor wrestled. I don't think it was planned.
We BOTH lost our virginities there. It's basically a landmark.
So I had sex with a hook nosed, lisping masadonian last night.
Glad that degree in literature is paying off. Nice adjectives. Maybe set the bar a little higher though?
So here's a brief summary of my weekend: last night I drank four glasses of Death Punch, grabbed the toaster, said "This is mine", put it in my pants and walked out the front door.
In theory, it seemed like it would work.
I'm assuming you were here at some stage because I woke up alone, clean and in a towel with mum asking my why my shoes, dress and jewellery were in the bottom of the shower.
Why is my belly button ring in my ear
My dad just invited me to smoke a blunt with him. Parent-child bonding at its finest (and highest).
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