I woke up with the wrong plaid-shirted guy in my bed.
I wrote a list of all my homework due in the next few weeks. I feel I've done enough for tonight.
angela screamed across the room SHES A CHAMP when i told the pharmacist plan b doesnt make me throw up
I was unaware that a tutu and pasties was appropriate attire to this
We hooked up with his aunt passed out next to us. It was just like old times.
It was a cry at the bar alone type of night, served with a side of passing out facedown in my nachos.
No more co-pays for contraceptives. Whoever says Obama is a bad guy has clearly never had a pregnancy scare.
I saved him in my phone as "Well-Hung Burrito Savior." I love Taco Tuesday.
Like if it it's practical for your sexual health I'm allergic to it AKA REGULAR CONDOMS
Topless Tuesday? One of us will be really happy the other not so much.
Uhmm, it's called hentai.
I DON'T CARE WHAT IT'S CALLED I DON'T WANT TO SEE IT ON MY WORK COMPUTER
I just watched will sing pure imagination from willy wonka and then blow a banana
There's glitter all over his bed from my Pink VS panties... I think I might invest in similar styles as a way of marking my territory just incase.
the last thing is remember is that strange guy in the leotard...i woke up in my bed, naked, with a half eaten grilled cheese on my nightstand, a six pack in the fridge, a new pack of cigarettes on my pillow and coke in my purse. apparently i bought some drugs, shopped and cooked. typical.
She made me baby bird juul smoke to her while we were fucking
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