It was like a mary poppins bag, except a sexual mary poppins bag.
Apparently I signed "I love you" on my bar tab last night.
picked up a girl by parallel parking. i love this town already.
We stayed in and smoked weed and watched Dreamgirls. We made each other's vaginal lips sing the songs. Mine was Beyonce, hers was Jamie Foxx. I think this is one of those times you're jealous you're not an awesome lesbian.
Just saw the stripper pole on the road that we threw out of the party bus last night
in my defence, i did try to get you to put your shirt back on, then you screamed at me to stop telling you what to do
Some advice...don't play drunk rock em sock em robots. With actual people. I have bruises EVERYWHERE.
Oh, and she's that dumb bitch that goes out in public in full make up and sweats with uggs. I hope she falls face first in a bowl of queso and drowns
This is three metal detector wands away from being the strangest porn I have ever been in the audience for.
id one day like to live in a world full of emotionless and wonderfully fullfilling sex...
Was he good-huge or like "what the fuck do i do with this"-huge
SUNS OUT COOCHY OUT
I've never had someone so bad at kissing. It was like he was trying to block my airway with his tongue and he succeeded...
In case you were wondering I realized something last night, Rick James was correct. Cocaine is a hell of a drug.
I hate when my Bumble matches make it hard for me to stalk them.
Randomize