she's not even a shacker, she never made it inside. she's just a porch girl
The fact that he is from Canada is way more embarrassing than the fact that you met him on match.com
Its so fun. We're having a music war with the boat next to us. They have strippers.
Don't worry I'm alive. The apt is all locked up so I'm sleeping on the patio. The frozen pizza I got might be toast unless someone lets me in soon. If not its all good I'll be here snoring on the patio
I can affiliate each flavor of Copenhagen to a different one night stand. I really love Texas.
He's basically me if I was an 8-yr-old boy. It's like looking into a pudgy terrifying mirror
just saw a sign in the bar that says "no more naked fridays". Where the fuck was I on these naked fridays?
The international association of gay square dance clubs had a booth set up in the lobby of my hotel.
My friend had to carry her up the steps on his shoulder, and then she got up, found an ironing board and set it up in my friend's room just in case he needed to iron things.
I have to go buy generic plan b after work. I don't even leave for the new semester for another 11 days. I think I just leveled up in sluttiness
I also woke up in a guys bed in a Reptar shirt yesterday morning staring at a movie theater sized poster of the not as popular Air Bud franchise movie Super Buddies.
Yesterday we were fuck buddies and today I'm meeting his mom. That escalated quickly.
Ya know, one would think a restraining order would keep me from fucking my ex.
Why is there a horse in the backyard?
I stayed at my gfs last night. This is all on you.
That’s talent right there. Maverick and Goose type shit.
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