we're blogging at a bar
I totes stole your whore crown.
With great power comes great responsibility.
Oh so it was one of those "I shouldn't have gotten in a cab with a random 21 year old girl" kinda nights.
She had the hiccups when she was giving me head. It was actually pretty awesome
thanks for waiting 12 hours to ask if I was in a ditch or not
You did a jig for the bouncer when you saw him. Just reminding you.
I left puerto rico a week ago and my vagina still smells like coconut.
Maybe it's just my body's way of telling me I don't need pinky toes. Like I'm the next evolutionary leap or something...
I've decided he is effectively a mouth, hands and cock held together by bad ideas and compliments, and I'm OK with that.
I mean I'm into guys with money but more into guys I'm actually attracted to
yeah i guess i'd rather he was hot than rich
wow i don't know if that qualifies as growing up but if it does i'm all in
I guess your brother-in-law will have his day in the sun tonight after you leave. By that, I of course, mean he's gonna suck liquor milk out your sister's tits.
I would totes reciprocate the nip pic, but I'm sick with a piece of tissue shoved up one of my nostrils and I'm just not feeling that ambitious. Sorry.
I'm on the fast track to lesbian land
Last night was great... In the "I got videotaped making out and getting a handjob on the couch in front of 100 people." kinda way.
i feel like you should know pants are always optional
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