last night was a success...if success means i don't remember the guy's name and my panties are somewhere in the parking lot behind the bar
how was the sex?
he smelled like pickles and burnt hair.
well, there's that.
I found those 18 whoppers we bought.
There is a different car in my driveway. Have no clue how I got home.
She started ignoring us once we told her we were out to celebrate your abortion. Who knew strippers could be judgemental?
She is high at the bar - she thinks the bottle of frangelico is aunt jemima telling her to stop doing drugs.
We smoked speed and opium for the first time. ended up harvesting cucumbers with locals at 9am in a farmers field. Laos is fuckin crazy.
I'm sitting in my room naked waiting for him. When he gets here im going to make him do 20 pushups and lick my clit for a hour
Definitely got a blow job in Charles Schwab's bed last night.
I love my job.
He left his cock-ring in my truck.
Consider it a gay sex souvenir.
"I licked someones beard, because I can."
when I was walking home I wad so excited to see a cat on the sidewalk but it was really a traffic cone
Let's be honest, college orientation is going to be "here's how to drink everclear"
If my drunken penis pic is ever to be forgiven id like to start over with all that
If we were teenagers we would intentionally be trying to burn down this historic landmark
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