First off: I'm drunk so fuck you. Second: you weren't a bad girlfriend. Tres: thats 3 in spanish. Number 4: fuck 3 Doors Down
my being single is dangerous.
in the past 3 nights i've fucked a millionaire, a drug dealer and a civil engineer... i dont really have a "type" anymore
they esentially rejected my mermaid threesome offer:(
she asked to have her picture taken with every guy we walked by.
Having the sex-a-thon in the back yard led to some really odd tan lines.
Like handprints on my lower back...
We tried lying really still and being really quiet so that he wouldn't notice us before he left the room. Forgot about the glow in the dark condom.
Day 1 of "Death of a Liver" weekend complete. It came with flashbacks of horrible mistakes I made due to alcohol. I'm excited for how Sunday is going to turn out.
You me handle of captain and a sorostitute study sesh, if we don't get laid mancards must be relinquished
The worst thing about him living around the corner is that who ever suggests the booty call is the one that walks over.
Just don't let me get too drunk. At one point I pulled out my dick and pissed at that party. Like on the wall.
I shouldn't be drunk at 3 pm but alas, here we are...
I don't know what's worse the fact that I woke up with a clit piercing or the fact that I didn't pay for it.
I was going to say that I wasn't sure how that happened... but then I remembered that I bonded with the Australians over vitamins and INXS and they bought me tequila.
Baked goods and tits. Hard to go wrong there.