So am I a slut for not remembering his name after sex last night or not recognizing him in the cafe today after he told me who he was?
I met her tumbling down the stairs chugging Captain Morgan. I'm not sure why she has the better reputation either.
like teasing for 28 minutes, then the very last 2 minutes is where is ALL goes down. I'm talking, rings off, stable sitting position, hand job madness.
Sorry I never got back to you, I ended up at a party with pot ice cream, pot apple cider, and hash vegetable oil.
I will not hesitate to go down on a dick for some cream soda.
By the way, I'm pretty sure your husband is publicly advocating more BJs for my husband, via Facebook.
I LOVE YOU SO MUCH I'M ON A WILD DICK CHASE FOR YOU. How many lesbians do YOU know that would do that? HOW MANY????
These people don't understand my stages of drunk
I'm going as your incestuous sister. If thats not the perfect winglady I don't know what is.
Last night she walked off and disappeared from everyone got home at 330 and said she went to the casino with her cab driver.
That sounds worse than that time you thought out an entire story of how big bird would kill you
Also you can't just sext a Michelle quote from Full House.
I think all the guys I've fucked in my life would get along perfectly. They'd probably form an orchestra and travel the fucking world. That gives me the slightest feeling of consistency in life which is great.
I woke up in a beaver hat and contruction vest.. I need answers.
drunkkkkk be here I heart you
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