To answer your question of whether I "went back," tits just informed me I was kicked out for falling off my barstool and passing out on the floor...
One girl and one boy is just not enough.
Ambien does the same to me. One time that I took it, I got this huge bowl of spaghetti out of the fridge and thought it was a castle and that the meatballs were little slaves. I ate all of them first and then the noodles were the soldiers and the sauce was the water in the moat. And when I finished, I fell up the stairs and threw it all up.
he threw up all over himself while laying down.. it was like watching old faithful, but with noodles and vodka
we agreed that it was acceptable to get the cat high as long as we gave her a lot of food.
at the hospital. he locked himself in the kitchen, said he was making beer batter shrimp. don't know if it's the mercury poisoning, alcohol poisoning or second degree burns they're holding him for, but i've got a pretty guess.
Please don't let me drink ever again. I apparently told him he could stay but as there was no room in the bed he'd have to lie on top of me and he'd need to anchor himself on with his penis so he didn't fall off.
I'm pretty sure "tag teaming" and "looking for stability" are not synonymous.
Not yet.
Because guys aren't supposed to cry. Especially when it's over a dude singing a Christmas carol.
He looked at me like he knew me, and I looked at him like I had seen his penis before.
I don't know if the puke on my pants is mine or not
I made it 1 week... 5 business days at my new job before sleeping with my coworker.
i like him enough to wash my sheets.. but not enough to finally get that pink lemonade and vodka slushy stain out of my carpet
He's really cute...He stopped talking to me because i pulled my skirt up and peed in a demi plie position...
Please tell me you haven’t left campus yet!!!! I forgot my Hitachi and will not survive Thanksgiving without a steady supply of orgasms
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