There is a girl getting fingered on my left, a middle aged drink man smoking a bong and two girls flashing the cameras in front of me. I'm in the middle trying to maintain my innocence.
He asked me if I "almost moaned"
dude this girl next to me farted in the middle of a quiz and denied my high five
bitch
i figure i've seen his cum stains on the floor, i'm allowed to say these things.
I do. There's a bald headed guy whose kinda hot. I might rub his head. I've only had 2 beers
I'm not embarrassed about the lap dance. I'm embarrassed for the singing during.
Day drunk and a can of soup and wine straight from the bottle and alone and on my kitchen floor.
I woke up in nothing but a shower cap and your sparkling coke straw snorter thing inbetween my toes. Explain.
Nothing says "I mean business" like using a cart at the liquor store.
Naw. I'm tired and I'd have to shave my legs. I doubt the sex or the company would be worth it.
Yea. I feel great. My life is great. My job isn't as shitty. And my daddy loves me. I love strip clubs. Great self esteem boost.
I was just lying down, dumping goldfish into my mouth and they like all came out I thought I was going to choke and die and people would be like damn that's so sad, she died laying in bed stuffing her face and reading kanye wests twitter, damn.
Did we just second hand smoke crack?
The usual, icing my vag with a chimichanga.
I find nice boys who are in extremely long term relationships with nice girls, wait for them to break up, and sneak in for the rebound fucking.
You are like a terrifying jaguar of sex. Predatory.
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