But never have I ever had sex with a dirty talker before, so it was something else, to say the least. I signed up to get laid, not play Penthouse Mad Libs.
I was just tapping my foot in the bathroom at Penn Station just PRAYING for anonymous sex. You know how that goes.
I'm drinking rum and coke straight from the 2 liter bottle.
you got thrown out for pissing in a cup in the corner. you told one guy it was okay because you went to college and that he wouldn't understand
you grabbed the waitors dick and yelled '2nd base' and then he gave you his number. I hate your life.
So how much of last night are we going to pretend never happened? Enough to stay friends?
Just found a note from Saturday that says "rainy soft hair".... Any ideas?
She bit a glowstick open. Apparently they burn. We bonded while she washed the chemicals out of her mouth as I did double shots of Jager.
That would warm my breasts.
In this context breast is a metaphor for soul.
currently taking a solo cab to the strip club at 1 in the morning. this is healthy.
He's freaking out just because my cat licked his balls while he was fucking me
Sorry, I know you're at the airport but a gram of coke is missing so good luck with security!
Update: tequila girl had her hand down groomsmen pants
I hate being on my period . Did you know that by the time I'm 30 I would've wasted 1,176 days of my life I could've had sex but couldn't bc I was on my period.
Where are you guys?
Drunk
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