States back in the final four. Now our sunday night drinking has purpose. Sparty on baby.
He just kept telling me how to do certain things. It was like I was fucking my sex ed teacher
she just threw a smoke bomb in an elevator and ran down 9 flights of stairs to see it at the bottom.
my goal is to masturbate without thinking about my exbf.
It involved anal and pop rocks. Tell me how that could have ended well.
I woke up to him peeling the skin on my stomach from my sunburn. If he wasn't so good in bed I'd be a little freaked out.
Its official the day you get back into town we are having a going away to jail party for me. My last wish before prison is to shit faced drunk with you, get into a fist fight, and then cuddle up and fall asleep. Just like old times <3
Listen it's no longer the walk of shame to class when ur leaving the frat house and the brothers ask "when are coming back home"
i snuck out to taco bell in my hospital gown earlier
My snow day: told Cam, "we're not dating today, we're just roommates." No bra, boxers, drinking whiskey by myself for the past 2 hours, yelling at The Ultimate Fighter reruns from 3 years ago.
i just want a position where we can lock up like some sort of sexual megatron and go the whole night that way
I vaguely remember losing my underwear to 2 chicks in a bathroom. That drunk.
He brought me hungover chipotle knowing full well he wasn't getting a blow job. I think he may be too in love with me.
I’m home.
I’m aware. I just dropped you off.
My alcoholism is old enough to drink.
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