I can't make Walk of Shame Wednesdays a recurring theme.
He's in bed with me right now. I'm wearing a towel and all I could wish for is my freedom. And pizza.
my wrists were so small for the handcuffs, i could slip them off and hand the tow truck driver my keys....
You know, it doesn't really count as a walk of shame if you guys showered together the next morning
he was very distressed by my statements that there could have been balls on shoulders without awareness
i tied my phone to a string attached to my bra. i am NOT losing it tonight
After sex he cried I didn't know what to do so I patted him on the back and went to the kitchen to make waffles
Now that I've quit blow, I think I'm allergic to my cat....
Though I don't usually want to turn down ladies who want to liquify my clothing with their eyes, I made an exception.
I woke up naked and only wearing cowboy boots, wrapped in a curtain that was still attached to the pole
I accidentally sent my dad a very explicit Star Wars fanfiction and he replied with "That was great!"
I'm worried my dog collar isn't going to come in time. I might be trying on dog collars at PetSmart next week. That could get awkward.
If by whore you mean UPGRADE....then yes I am
you yelled, puked and cried then passed out in the fetal position in your underwear
So, my first week in Saskatchewan ended with me drinking moonshine and getting eaten out in a tractor. I already love it here!
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