U of I kids don't fist pump to Sweet Caroline. Get me the fuck out of here.
there's chicken and sequins in our bathroom sink. part of me almost wants to know what happened
You were pretty fucked up... decided playing hopscotch down the stairs was an excellent idea.. it was extremely entertaining
Pretty sure I went to the bar in my bathing suit, sweat pants, and high heels.
I no longer question where these bruises come from... between the strip pole in the living room, the slipnslide in the hallway and our constant level of intoxication I will always be bruised...
its a nice change of pace not blacking out and actually remembering getting laid
You know our reunion in two weeks shall be a drunken bikini clad magical adventure right
Well his dad was his wingman, so I had to fuck him. I didnt want his dad to think that he was doing a bad job and I was drunk enough to think he was doing a good job.
Score one for dad.
The condition was that I had to eat her out to Beethoven
Pretty sure my boner drove me home. Like it didn't just do the steering it was the gas and brake too..
When the hubs wants to wear his training mask during sex and pretend to be Bane you just go with it.
I finally broke my dry spell. I did it. D-do-da-Dora.
You'll be happy to know that the bruise is gone from my cock
I'm setting goals and achieving them. I'd say I'm quite mature for my age.
You're goal was to fuck him and you don't even remember it.
I dont remember you getting a condom thrown at you. I think I had a concusion
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