my weekend in 10 words or less: hot friend of a friend, open bar, beach house, sore. In that order too.
They have a pepper shaker for pot.
Quiet hours sex sucks. I hate finals.
whenever music plays i find myself always doing kegels to the beat. its like the new foot-tapping
I'm sitting the next couple hours out. Puking in a potted plant really put shit into perspective for me.
Did you get my bra back of the bartender?
I seriously think we need to revision your idea of 'keeping a low profile'
There is a mobile STD testing unit set up at my place of employment. In the lunchroom. I may need to reevaluate my career choices. And my lunch plans.
I actually bought food at McDonald's as an apology for what I was about to do to their bathroom.
The majority of the reason I want to get my pilot's license is so I can use the argument "FUCK YOU! I'M A PILOT!"
She thinks I'm afraid I'm gonna get caught in one of my lies and some of the girls I'm fucking will find out about each other. But it would be a relief to offload a few from the old crop and work in a few newbies into the rotation. The organization could use some new blood.
I opened the door and his girlfriend was standing there; we made silent, prolonged eye contact as I quietly put on my panties and left.
My boss doesn't know what jello shots are. I've lost faith in this company.
I feel like my sexual preferences are just another sign that I am a 75 year old drag queen in a 29 year old woman's body.
I honestly didn't think living in Canada would change me, until I found myself watching hockey porn
Cookies and nudity, all you need in life
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