I'm drinking till I'm someone else's problem
whats wrong with me. i have a coffee mug of wine in the library and i'm doing homework
When he was fingering me, it felt/looked like he was digging around for pocket change.
Come see our sink grown plant.
she actually told me to ignore the cokeheads in the corner with knives.
You know who really doesn't like surpise in-your-face air guitar solos? Strangers.
Hes still mad that I left the room mid-hookup to go get a pickle from the fridge.
He's got a wife and three kids but I'm into being that mistake.
he peed on his own floor last night after we left the bar. pretty much sums up how i feel about the evening
But he's not just anonymous male genitalia anymore. I've met him, I've seen his face.
I think the moment I knew you were going to black out was when I told you how many shots you had already and you were shocked and then poured another one
Ps I just used the "If you give a mouse a cookie" defense in a real life situation. Suck it
I'm turning into an adult here.
Adults touch each other's special zones.
You threw up on his face 22 hours ago and now he's here holding your hand. I think he likes you.
What is the acceptable way to offer a trade of sex for a few hours of body heat?
Randomize
