Having a conversation over beer pong about a threesome I participated in...it's only Wednesday
By the way the awkward moment from yesterday is now a bad situation I have to figure out.
Thank you Grey Goose.
definition of desperate: He gave me his SC drivers license so i wouldn't forget to facebook him.
Going to Kmart high is like jumping in a time machine back to the 80s
woman puking in liquor store parking lot at 9:30 on a tuesday morning = best commute ever.
Then he wanted a handjob in the car. While my cousin was driving. To krispy kreme. And there was someone else in the backseat.
Jesus...So southern.
he may be homeless but his dick however is not... anymore.
And by "schedule" I meant crumbled up liquor store receipt, that I wrote shit on.
Went to bed with a bowl of spaghetti O's on my chest, I make my own breakfast in bed. New level of laziness
All i remember his him yelling yahtzee while pouring beer down her shirt .
The fact that it was "anything but a cup" now explains the cowboy boots and fishbowl aftermath at the apartment.
I'm in my math teacher's garage hiding right now because I fucked his son last night. It's fine
Please tell me im imagining that i claimed that i was king of the ducks.
I just found peanut butter between my boobs. This was for you.
no, it was more of an i-don't-think-he-even-knows-what-a-clitoris-is, bad.
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