i sleep in a fine layer of vodka and semen. i don't know that that would appropriate for a pajama rally.
I go to guys houses late at night, have a little fun, come back by dawn having made their life a little bit better. I am the official blow job fairy.
A piece of cheeseburger just fell between my tits. Consider this a "wish you were here" postcard.
He tipped the stripper with quarters. After that not even the waitress would talk to us. I had to move to another table to get a lapdance
I started to trust fall random people on the dance floor
What's the protocol when you drive the girl's head into the wall during sex and she starts to cry?
I peed in my sheets during a dream. Like straight up. A whole new drunk.
Yea... you were given too many get out of jail free cards. God just gave up on you having a healthy and happy vagina.
The worst thing about him living around the corner is that who ever suggests the booty call is the one that walks over.
And literally 4loko margaritas are callin my name. They're like "Hey girl come on over here I'll make you forget about grades and boys and it'll be a good idea to send everyone 55 snapchats of your cleavage" ok
So his shoes are still here. And there are three contacts in a case. And a shirt on the bed. I've checked my dorm and he's not here. I'm so confused.
last night we were hooking up when all the sudden he just murmured "mm blonde". i don't know what to think about this situation.
We don't have the same problems as normal people do we?
I seriously doubt this is the first time pumpkin pie has led to a booty call.
Sorry, was sleeping. I heard a rumor that I had a hangover, so I just went with it...
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