I am good. I dancing. Drinking but dancing fine.
Last night he was fingering me with one hand to his ear, calling himself 'dj clittles'
Thats what happens when go home with guys that wear shutter shades to the bar..
I saw his package. It spoke to me.
so it turns out, not only do the doormen judge the girls I bring home, but they rate them.
it glows. i had to have it.
She used the introduce me to her roommates so she could find out my name trick the next morning..I may be in love.
I was so intoxicated last night I was giving out my real name and number ugh.
he was once again the drunkest girl at the party
I forgot to tell you, the medics put you in a wheel chair. ( I kept telling you to cat daddy) oh you also gave everyone high fives for speaking English.
These kids are nice. Shrooms make everything so nice.
I am never taking a razor down there again. He'll have to love me as I am.
Just don't let me get too drunk. At one point I pulled out my dick and pissed at that party. Like on the wall.
I'm literally beginning to think that my sex dreams are prophesies
I woke up with my my shoes on and pants half way off and missing 60 dollars. Please please please tell me you saw me last night.
shots, cocks, socks. bingo
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