problem. drunk. stepbrother hitting on me again. help.
Not hooking up w him- he has one of those L.L. Bean book bags w his initials on it
Cops showed up at 4 am to address a noise complaint and she called them pussies for not doing shots with us.
The last thing I remember is funneling tequila out of a pink noodle.
he knocked over the vodka and juice...picks up the cup and says "yes", takes the last sip...doesnt even worry about the mess all over the floor and we continue having sex.
matt and i tucked you in... you REFUSED to move your head from under the bed.
this lesbian fantasy crush is getting WAY out of hand. just spent an entire meeting staring at her long fingers thinking, "oh those could be fun"
I asked you if you needed a ride and you kept saying "no, my name is katelyn"
No, he went to go get condoms. The least I could do was chug two beers before he got back
I can only use one eye at a time. And if I want to listen, I have to close both of them.
What's the mantra for Sunday?
I will not have sex with him.
Going through my bras is like traveling back in time through my past hookups and relationships....
I never truly understood the phrase ball is life until I started having to balance NBA finals and all these men with balls i'd like to handle.
His dick is a skeleton key. It fits everywhere.
Dad smells like hangovers and 65 years of bitterness
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