Call me so I can make it juicy for ya
things it involved: vodka, boy parts, possible photos of me on a cell phone. things it did NOT involve last night: my bra, his pants, and sobriety.
just sold my soul for a pack of cigaroos. little do they know they got the short end of the deal. suckers.
WHY are the edges of my bra charred???
begin the sex magic rocket ship countdown
So. How about you can get tequila certified...
No need to talk. Eventually, he'll either stop coming over, or decide that it's a relationship.
And if not?
...I keep getting free bourbon and great sex with no expectations. You really don't understand that there is no "down side," do you?
But I did spend part of my morning scrubbing your cum off my grandmothers piano.
He's a fucking asshole. Who gives good head. And seriously I have never seen someone less committed to hair color
wearing my old cheerleader outfit to the bar was a great way to get free drinks. i should do this more often
I think the worst part about being a real adult is 1)having a high stress job that makes me want to get stoned 2)paying for reefer using my own money 3)realizing my boyfriends children probably have more weed connections than I do anymore
So he got the TA job but i told him its not official until we have a quickie on his desk. He offered to break into his office. He doesnt start until this fall.
Woke up in a hotel room with some random guy then walked over a mile to the bus stop where I laid down and waited on the bus. GREAT NIGHT
my gynecologist gave me a high 5 for not getting any STD's since my last visit and said "Way to go Annabeth!" you have twenty seconds to get to my level
The man built me a fort. Of course he got laid.
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