I think he may have called me a bar rat, jokingly. I said i was but in a non-trashy way.
It was so romantic--he turned me around to face the sunset during doggy-style over the couch back.
after eating me out, he asked for something to drink. i gave him a glass of water and he said he needed something stronger.
I just witnessed Grandma making her infamous daiquiris. Extraordinary.
Oh, and my friends believe you should reimburse me for the brazilian that was gone to waste.
Drunk me was responsible for doing it, but sober me was definitely cheering him on
He's coming over for beer and a movie, but I just don't know if he's interested.
Pathetic and sad. I should come over there and fuck both of you just to get the ball rolling.
tequilla shots with my grandparents? christmas visiting just got so much better
Seriously how many times do I have to sleep with him before he stops calling me dude
I left your tip in your mailbox. Last night was amazing.
I'm on the bus, watching a girl shush her balloons.
I decided to let him keep the rest of my good weed as an "I'm sorry for being a drunk ass ho" consolation prize.
That's the ultimate walk-of-shame: running away from your own apartment and hiding in a McDonald's.
I just want to smoke weed and be the little spoon all winter. My modern day hibernation.
all I want for my birthday is booze and sex toys. don't bother calling if neither of those are included.
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