Did I get blown in the bathroom? Yes. Did she throw up cranberry juice on my shorts? Yes. Did she finish the job? Yes.
well as my mentor always said, "Don't antagonize the man whose penis gives you multiple orgasms."
Beer bonged 7 shots of Jameson. I title this night short stories with tragic endings.
Being drunk at the hospital is better than i expected. I got to hide and play in the little kids waiting area. Btw no one is hurt
My coke dealer 411'd my work number just to see how I was doing and gave me his new number. He must miss my business
underwater hpnotiq shots? sure why not.
Remember that night I drank a bunch of vodka, pounded your Jameson because 'you were a pussy', punched you in the face and ran off as fast as my high heels could go? It was just my Russian and Irish sides fighting for genetic dominance
I walked in, the bartender looked at me, grabbed 3 shot glasses and a pounder. Lined them up on the bar then made a line with salt on the other side of them and said I wasn't allowed to cross it.
I just had to beg some random guy to help me climb through your porch window since the door was locked. FYI...i hear you having sex in there. You could of at least taken a break to unlock the damn door. WTF!!!
Competitive oral. I'm always telling girls they are only the fourth, maybe third, best blowjob I've had. They go back down with something to prove.
The funny part was that the cop pulled us over cause the park was closed, not because I had just come up from giving the guy a blowjob when the cop drove by.
Some male strippers are here, I threw pancakes at them. It's ok
It's no shave November. This is our time.
He kept telling me that he didn't serve two tours in Iraq for my bitch ass to drink banana rum.
We fucked. Had a political debate. I won. So I sat on his face.
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