Are you trying to threaten my boobs?
any advancement on the stomach flu vs. pregnancy scare of '10?
going to a night class in lingerie so i can quickly go to his house after.
Swallowing. Like you said. Lions. Always.
You threw an open can of pop at me while I was lying on the floor babbling and drooling about how I need to be alone forever, me and my leaking face.
Listening to Whitney Houston sing the National Anthem while I shit before going out tonight. America.
But mostly the blowjob in the airport bathroom was what I was laughing at.
I'm proud of you, you were pretty classy last night, you didn't puke AND you didn't take off your shirt, except for those two times in the corner.
I realized after pounding back 151 and head banging into each other to "the drop" of that dub step song, that we weren't meant to have boyfriends at this point in time.
I dunno, there's just something so\ncomforting about having his penis in my mouth.
Let's put it this way. Mom is bringing me a new shirt and I smell like lube.
I mean, we were all drinking, but I'm pretty sure kidnapping came up.
I accidentally brought up how there used to be a big tree in his yard, which I could only have known if I had been Google mapping his house.
He was trying to break into my apartment to get the coke he left last night, didn't engage parking break, so the van started rolling. yup, it's broken.
She shaved her vagina in my bed. Good night
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