Fun fact: when I ripped off my wristband, I punched myself in the face. Rad
I seem to have left my pride at pride
So we were sitting in his back seat and he asked me if I practiced giving head. I mean really, who asks that?
Does Vicodin go better with white or red wine?
I had fun. Till he melissa etheridged my ass and came to my window.
I can trace it back to that drunken night where we peed on each other in the shower.
Wow that was a lesbian tornado.
his extensive knowledge of the age of consent laws kinda scares me....
Apparently he took me home and I pulled up my senior pictures on fbook and made him guess what I was thinking during each different pose.
He's sweet and rough. A wonderful contradiction. He's the starburst of sex.
I'm not sure. But a mason jar of drug free urine just as soon as anyone can would be so awesome.
you said, 'he held out his hand, that means we don't have to pay' about the taxi driver, and then asked the doorman what happened to your pants...
I found my soulmate. Behold my idiot as we spaz into the sunset.
No, not if I told them not to. they listen to me. I have a vagina.
A dozen fresh-baked cookies delivered to my dorm AND I don't have chlamydia or gonorrhea... Could this night get any better??
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