he just quoted gucci mane to try and get me to give him head.
the last thing i remember is unlocking the door. its like i was literally opening the door to my blackout
I'll put it this way. My grandkids felt that fuck.
Hookup with hot guy from gym, check. Wake up to find he's peed in my closet, double check.
Im not moving so it's going to have to be a 3 some.
Remember the time we were in the hospital and I wanted to steel the arm restraints and use them as sex toys?? Oh college memories....
If he can forgive your lousy blowjobs, you can ignore his terrible driving.
My makeup looks extraordinary for nine tequila shots, running four blocks, falling asleep with my face in the toilet, and doing the walk of shame across campus in the rain. And to think I'm single.
We went rollerblading down high street singing "Free Falling"in ketchup and mustard costumes. A car full of guys drove by and yelled out their window "Need a hot dog with that?!" Naturally, we woke up at their apartment.
Remember that time I got suspended in eighth grade, well it was like that but I was on acid and wearing goggles
Got my parents to pick me up from the party, take me to the bar and buy all my drinks, then drop me off at my booty calls house.
Omg cinnamon bun Oreos. Thanks weed
I want to start a guest book for my bed room so when dudes leave they can write a review
A bitchslap is in order.
Our orgasm ration was 1:45. No. Fucking. Joke. I thought I was going to die.
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