oh wait, my morality sensor is a little fucked up since I almost let my little sister's friend blow me.
Our relationship is like that beach boys song "help me Rhonda" and I'm fucking Rhonda. And Rhondas's the whore in case you've never heard it.
sorry about calling you the devil all night.
I really wanna talk..
if by talk you mean have nasty makeup sex involving marshmellow fluff.. I'm down
I love how understanding people are when they hear we first hooked up getting high and watching nature shows
fine. I googled it. you have to eat 5 to die so apparently I'm in the clear.
What I wanna know is who took a picture eiffel towering her?
I'm surprised I haven't crapped out a leprechaun, I'm so hungover
I will suppress my appetite by doing shots then passing out
what's the proper way to say, "I'm sorry for puking on you and your bed mid hook up then going downstairs and fucking your roommate because you locked me out of your room completely naked...?"
My lunch = taste testing salsas for A&P. They gave me a free 64oz grape juice as a thank you. So, now we have something to drink in the house. So while you are spending all the money on breakfast rolls and pizza for lunch, I'm cigaretteless and whoring myself for tablespoons of salsa and free juice.
I chose not to drink last night but drinking chose me
He asked me to fly out to Seattle to participate in a week of marathon sex so I'm at the airport now. I'll call you when I get back.
the next morning we realized we didnt speak the same language... guess i subconsciously did learn a little german last semester. thanks study abroad.
ah the experiences a semester in Vienna can give you. Frau would enjoy knowing that even while sleeping during class you still managed to learn enough german to get laid
sometime during the night he found me in the empty hotttub singing marvins room in only my bra.
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