Sorry if I ruined your sex last night with my constant text updates about the plot of Bolt.
Tonight we are playing Scuba-Keg. Getting keg now. I'll explain when i get home.
I found the perfect eye liner, it passed the blow job test, no smudging!!
Okay! I've got my sketchbook, my purse, my coat, and a knife hidden in my cleavage. I'm ready for to meet my blind date~
To sum up. The glass blower from the ren faire ate me out last night. Best ever. Go find yourself an artisan.
i had a super strange, mommy/daddy issuestastic, mildly freudian, i-might-as-well-become-a-stripper-now-and-stop-fighting-the-inevitable dream last night :(
I mean, I Just Had Sex in 4 on her top 25 most played list. That's got to give you some indication
He's a psychology major, so instead of becoming a stripper, I'm just working out my daddy issues with him. And his cock. And spankings.
They're much more educational now btw. Don't judge.
Omg my butt feels so much better. Those suppositories are magic. It feels like Jesus fingered me in my sleep.
So the tow truck driver didn't charge us because Ian convinced him that he was sent out by God to share his cocaine with us.
Can someone explain to me why guys are so fascinated w their dicks that they feel like they'll die if they don't send unsolicited dick pics
Well now you know... If you can get over the awkward... The dick is 10 min away.
you never know when your going to find a surprise from me in your bed...it keeps you on your toes.
So, I almost went hone with a French guy and a drag queen. Together. Then I became sober enough to realize, that's not my style.
Pillow talk was a high five, this morning she made dinosaur muffins for the house. I love chapel hill
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