please. tell me to stop eating out of the trash.
Just made gatorade. in the bathtub.
Through drunken recall, I have managed to bring back awful memories of losing my virginity. And possibly traumatized my niece trying to get her to "learn from my mistakes".
Less talking, more tequila
then he tried to tell me how many times he had seen Scott's dick. his estimate was about 180 times. he thought I didn't understand.
The world isn't going to end because you slept with him!
... that would be easier though.
If we worried less about pouring champagne down stripper crack, we probably wouldn't skip so many meals.
Bring condoms and burritos. The rest will fall into place
All I know is....there's beer in my camera. How do I know? Because I can pick up my camera,shake it and HEAR, the beer in it
I can't believe he let me cut his hair as stoned as I was.. I think I even cut my own hair too
Yes I slept with him, he was the only one not wearing a costume. Guys with costumes are just trying to impress you.
She just rubbed her face up and down my six pack cooing. Equal measure of weird and hot.
Living alone for four weeks has given me unrealistic expectations of pantslessness.
Hahahahahha. You saved a homeless man. You're actually the mother Teresa of skanks.
I'm just gonna back away slowly and come back when there's less weird crap.
Randomize
