We hit a deer, sort of a buzz kill. But it's fine.
it sounded like he was fisting a can of crisco.
I'm gonna write a book, Things that go bump in the night: The story of Katelyn. Chapter one, my roommate is a dumb whore.
Nothing says fuck you quite like putting your used condom in someones mailbox for them to find in the morning.
drunk...on the white house tour...security is staring. this will not end well.
Responsibility does not care about your dick.
i kinda regret how quickly i gave it up to him, but i just wanted the regular fucking to begin soon. ah we made good memories.
i feel like god sat there all night pointing and laughing at me
but you don't have to sleep on top of four different cum stains because you'd rather buy a case of Franzia than spend $3.50 in the student laundry room
You better be coming back...your date is passed out in a shrub in my backyard and I'm pretty sure her shirt is on my kitchen floor
Our sex bag has now been upgraded to sex luggage, with wheels, and now features a first aid kit. Game. On.
He went to WalMart with $30 and came back with a watch, a basketball and an engagement ring.
I keep getting the feeling him and his friends are hilarious and we should drink whiskey together forever
Being the hot sister definately has advantages, I'm pretty sure I ruined her engagement
I am not a whore. I just wanted casual drinking, monogamous sex and occasional McDonald's runs.
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