i just went dwnstairs and there are 5 guys without their shirts on hugging each other. i think i should leave now
so sad. i just ate the last good 'n' plenty out of the bottom of my purse.
his receeding hairline makes running into him so much less awkward. almost enjoyable actualy
i feel like his penis is a security blanet. i cant fall asleep unless its in my hand
I am assuming I was his dirty Mardi Gras mistake and I can live with that
happy find a boyfriend by next Valentines Day. Its like a new years resolution but depressing
However today I got my lube that might I add was dripping out of the box. I'd like to think my mailman was mixing business with pleasure.
Making a me burrito to ward off the cold...and the aloneness of my vagina
You are the only lesbian I know that needs plan b
I've just been thinking about sangria a lot lately, like an adult.
Can we talk about the fact that a stranger is doing a line of coke off our living room table right now?
He gives me the same feeling I get when someone puts a margarita or German chocolate cake in front of me
Here when you come to your senses come back here and I'll fuck you back out of them.
you were screaming "I don't need a shirt!" repeatedly while in the process of taking it off and flashing the bouncer. we got kicked out. thanks a lot.
He talked me out going to the bar. No one ever talks me out going to the bar..this is fucking love.
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