i think i would be perfectly content if, on my deathbed, i could look back on a life that didn't have any fisting in it
He toold me that when we were younger I was his boner buddy.
she said she could "feel the heat of my groin" against her. ruined the whole fucking moment.
i decided i am going on the Justin Bobby plan for success. Don't cut my hair for a year, don't shave for a month, land Audrina Patridge. Game on.
I had his cock in my mouth and he still wouldn't shut up about Star Wars.
he said i was so drunk that i shared a urinal with him and we simultainiously peed
whatever a "slut portfolio" is, mine is apparently almost complete
they won't let me drive with my sombrero
After blacking out and loosing my phone for a month, I found it in the parking lot across the street. Last text "rager in the street". I remember none of this.
Waking up to find your mom holding your birth control pills and telling you I suggest you take this
We were walking up the stairs and I asked Dominick what floor the party was on. The cop who had just tried breaking it up was walking down the stairs, drinking a slurpee, and answered, "Third floor."
So question, would you consider it morally wrong to grind up Cialas and put it in ones cocktail? Then I get what I want and he doesn't have to be embarrassed and he can win the mental game with himself? I'm only thinking of him...
Also, I found out that my dad has the name of every boy that I've ever dated and their physical description, car type and tag number stored in his computer.
Apparently Angela went missing once and he says he learned were to look first and that it's best to have information on hand.
Leave it to me to pull up my boyfriend’s grandfather’s obituary just to find out the name of his sister.
Hypothetically, I throw a party and my ex-boyfriend and my current fuck buddy are in the same house... what should I do?
How many beds are in the house? Hypothetically...
Randomize
