he just sent me a friend request on facebook. i wish it were physically possible to vomit on him through the internet.
I have no idea what i drank..i remember dancing and ass grabbing..u falling. Headbutts. Trying not to puke. And deja vu.
i was the DD for the swedish students tonight. Got paid 23 dollars for driving 10 miles. gotta love ignorance and the confusion conversion brings.
This whole foot fetish thing is getting out of control. He would rather hold my feet than me after we fuck.
I just want a box on franzia all to myself. Just me, my wine, my tears, & my self loathing.
He walked in, tore open the drawer, pulled out a condom, and slammed it shut. He was that ready.
He walked into my room in the middle of the night, whispered something about the patriot act, and took my tv.
I would literally rather jam a rusty rail road spike into my cock than be here right now. The whore showed up and now I might smash my iPhone into my face repeatedly until I'm no longer consisting of any sort of life.
His IQ level must rival that of a comatosed aardvark.
No, not normal drunk. Wake up on a trampoline with a naked chick you've never seen before drunk. I think i missed my first trampoline sex...
My month off booze swimsuit season diet plan is working well. Plus I'm learning so much about my house, did you know a girl named Meagan lives here?
Maybe if I get to know him I'll stop wanting to fuck his wife so much.
Our drunk hook up was interrupted by the delivery guy. When he came back to my room we ate the gyros and went back to sex like we didn't take a lunch break.
I dont understand why so many people are content staying in and avoiding alcohol and sex
she crossed my comfort zone...i thought i was a freak
said the guy with a pink sex swing...
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