halfway through eating me out he goes 'oh that reminds me i have to buy fish for good friday'
Either way you look at it, I'm a slut. But either way I look at it, I'm having a fucking blast.
he was gone before i woke up. left a pee stain, phone number, note and $20 for sheets. safe to say i will not be calling.
Man, I must say, having known you since preschool, Eiffel-Tower-ing her would've fully completed our journey to brotherhood.
Why are there chunks of your hair in everyones pocket?
I decided to mark my territory.
They put 3 tbs of cinnamon in vodka shots and called it the "cinnamon death challenge"
I don't know. Something about answering "what did you do on Sunday?" Seems odd when the reply is, painted, went to the grocery store, put a restraint device on my bed.
there is nothing ok with the fact that that was the 4th time i peed in the same parking ramp
they knew we were both to shy to do anything so they got us drunk and locked us in the back yard with a tent. it was fuck or freeze
you have the best friends
I am not a slut. I'm just very open with how much I love to have sex. Stop judging.
2 six inch heels, 3 big sangrias, no broken legs
Just had a med school interview with that doctor I fucked in college. He remembered. Asked if I still have my nipple rings. Overall, I think it went well.
like, you weren't just lying there, you were wrapped in what appeared to be the skin of a wolf, chanting doomsday prophecies
THE END IS NEIGH
I know it's just really hard to give up sex and cigs during a blizzard
I made a bucket list last night. Number 5: Will marry a wizard.
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