Omg I def was not. I wasn't that drunk. I showed that I stuff my bra but I didn't whip my tit out.
Based on the pics I have taken of hookups while they were passed out or sleeping, I have scientifically concluded that no two vagina lips are the same. They are like snowflakes.
May or may not have just lost a contact hanging out Anthony's sunroof. Drunk. Hint: I can only see out of one eye right now.
It's his sex noise. "I'm gonna cu-THE LORD IS MY SHEPARD AND I SHALL NOT WANT"
I WANT MY VAGINA TO POUND AT NICE THINGS.
I don't think I can look at him the same way anymore after he walked in my room wearing a short skirt with a boner.
My liver and my bank account can't afford another all nighter. Help.
Then years and years after that I will send you a picture of my warped vagina from all the kids that I had.
Aaaand the winner of the worst decision of Sunday night goes to me as I pull up to his house in my lingerie.
All I remember is being lured out to sit by the fire by you holding a piece of pizza in front of me
Does fucking him in the back of the car with the sun roof retracted count as star gazing?
and then you proceeded to throw soup at him for calling you a bitch...a CAN of soup...
I was simply suggesting that you really should try coke bondage sex.
Just stopped at a cross walk because the light turned red 3 streets down. I'm way too high.
What are u up to today?
Marathon sex and eating.
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