ive decided theres a fine line between accepting money for sex and letting someone buy you late night taco bell and knowing that if he hadnt you wouldnt be in his bed right now
I need a creepy friend to scare off the other creepy people
I would be honored to be that friend.
And then I interrupted the father of the groom, to ask if she was "ballet or pole" in the middle of his story about his niece, the dancer.
He kept screaming "it's so seductive" while he was humping the wall
Its become more of a routine.. Whenever I get done eating and have left overs I just take it over to his house and throw it all over the walls and windows. Pay backs a bitch ehhhh
she called for a booty call so i sent mike as my stunt double
there was 12 of us, girls included, shirtless and wielding swords as we bet on rock paper scissors in the middle of the bar. It was like Cinco de Mayo version of the Deer Hunter
I know he is still a student. I am not asking if his being an underwear model makes it more ethical, just less prosocutable.
I was using my Beauty and the Beast blanket as a makeshift skirt because no pants
yeah she's crazy. she fought a possum in my alley because it was "being a cagey little cunt"
Just realized I'm still chewing the same gum post blow job. This Stride shit really has everlasting flavor. They should totally have an ad campaign based on blow jobs.
The Australian strangers convinced me to leave him behind when they started chanting Aussie Aussie Aussie, Oy Oy Oy, and told me they had a bunch of beer at their place.
The only people who will bring me pizza or tacos want a commitment and I'm hungry for food not their love.
I gave three different guys a boner at the same time last night, and none of them are in the same city as I am. That's achievement.
"Because this is an ongoing legal matter" is how his morning after sex text began. So...
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