the stripper made me go home becuz she had to take her kid to a birthday party in the morning
hey everyone... booty call? my house tonight. bring friends to fuck my friends.
If someone cleans their bathroom and shaves their crotch for you you kinda have to admit the relationship to facebook
New handbag passed the ultimate test. The walk of shame. I had a bra, tights, skirt, shirt & sweater in it and you couldn't tell. yessss.
my goal is to not remember how i make a living by 9pm saturday night
there's a guy pushing a keg up the street in a shopping cart. you have to love graduation
but he gave me mouthwash after the bj. no ones ever done that for me before.
Ive never seen him vulnerable before. He just had surgery and looked so cute on his crutches. like a little baby bird with a broken wing. that i wanted to nurse back to health. with my vagina
For the record, it's NEVER ok to discuss my stripper-related injuries with my fiance.
You can't play that off as role play thing. You held my hips and kept yelling "put a baby in me!" That shit ain't cool.
DOMA is dead. I'm definitely going to be the last of our friends to get married now.
I was afraid she wouldn't be able keep up but I woke up in a bathtub, she called me a pussy and made me pancakes.
I remember us getting kicked out of the bar, but neither of us know why. We woke up next to chicken bones on a plate with spoons, and my car has mud all over it including places where feet shouldn't be, like the speakers on the car door.
I think you should do the fixer upper relationship. Like lawyers do pro bono work with underserved populations, you can do pro bono relationship work.
I'm gonna watch porn and nap. I think I really have this Valentine's Day thing down
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