names aren't important. just tell him all you want is a lil make out sesh and keep it moving.
he was already passed out before we got there, so i already knew i was going to like him
apparently the dude across the street has been dead for like a month. now I feel bad about pissing on his lawn
Thursday nights need to stop happening to me.
Wait so they unscrewed the bathroom door to find you naked?
I don't know if it was his cologne or his Jesus hair, but he was much more fuckable than last time I saw him.
Now that I think about it, it may have been the 6 pitchers of beer.
i still can't believe we survived that barcrawl. the third bar had bullet holes and we still went in.
Making a me burrito to ward off the cold...and the aloneness of my vagina
I will now send you explicit pics of mine and her genetalia bound together forever in the devils dance that is sexting.
You played Frank Sinatra today after we had sex. You moved way up in my literal book of men. Congrats.
Today I found out that my boss keeps a breathalyzer on his desk for just these sort of shenanigans
And that kids is the last time I ever try to outdrink Germans
Kind of like the new iOS 10 because I can send sexts with fireworks or confetti. Really gets the point across
Laying on my driveway in my pajamas in the sun having my severe hangover cigarette, and the daycare house across the street is having playtime in the yard! I believe I'm currently being what's known as a "bad example!"
No, it's okay that he's on a date. I attach no more emotion to him than I do my vibrator.
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