Sorry, I don't speak sober.
Word to the wise: learn how to ask "What is my bail posted as" in French before traveling abroad.
Well his aunt was in the next room so we had to be quiet. I felt like i was on an episode of silent library.
Why would he get rid of a girl with no gag reflex? I don't get it.
I didn't realize how much I missed him until his balls were back in my mouth..
its been so long even thinking about having a dick inside me makes me sore
I'm not leaving bed today. And i guess my drunken ass last night hit my roommate in the face with a tiki torch then proceeded to cry while carrying around a picture of he who must not being name. I'm a piece of work.
Call me when you get up. This hang-over is like dismantling a bomb: I need someone to talk me through it.
Well, I'm getting my ex-boyfriend to get me a z pack to cure the chlamydia I got from my married fuck buddy so that I can fuck one of my students.
also, add "teaching boys to sext" to my charity work
I usually don't buy birthday presents for my booty calls
But you'll make an exception
probably not
I had to run home with my hands covering my tits this morning. How does this keep happening?
Sorry brah. Drastic times called for drastic measures and I had to go home and bang a cougar.
I'm noticing I drink less and do fewer lines when I do both together.
Now that's what I call smart money management.
you've already made the comitment to pee in public you should at least whip your dick out
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