So the bouncer told me I could leave the easy way or the hard way. I told him I was going to make him earn his 10 bucks that hour.
Apparently you chose the latter.
So guy #2, the dancer, is programmed into my phone under the name H.uy. His number- 11 digits. I should have stopped drinking.
even the sluttiest version of myself will not go down on him
I made two strippers play rock paper scissors to see who would give me a lap dance last night
I mean, I know going to rehab probably didn't make her a lesbian, but I can always hope
This guy in a neck brace is ordering bottle service at the strip club. Not sure whether to applaud his commitment or scorn his addiction. It's a draw.
There is a visibable outline from you in the grass. its you in the fetal position...
you stumbled up the stairs in your heels, pulled 23 one-dollar bills out of your bra and then went and puked in the toilet. didnt say a single thing to me the whole time
One my way home. There was too much fog, strobe lights, and cocaine for my taste.
I must have some kind of deep rooted instinct that tells me when a boys virginity needs to be taken.
if memory serves, the guy you were hooking up with said he was a slutty skittle.
You gave me the best orgasm of my life. I'm buying you a house
I want you more than I want a burrito.
I'm not as filling.
I don't wanna shit myself again in 2015
It was ok until his mom walked in and asked if he turned on the crock-pot...
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