my phone is just a graveyard for last nights mistakes. at least it's giving me hints as to where i was though, i'm like carmen sandiego
You NEED to get fingered by a violinist. He used his left hand and make me cum, he's RIGHT handed.
I've decided, even as much fun as it sounds, I don't care for his sodomy box.
Found a pic of me suckling your nipple at the bar. Safe to say you don't want this one tagged?
She climbed through the window and into my bed. Not even sure who she is. Was thinking she might be a friend of yours?
After all the hair products he's stolen from me, he better fucking be gay.
Home. Hour long discussion with mom. Very frightened. Eating a sausage. Don't remember making it. Confused.
My only regret is that we didn't pee on our neighbors Prius
if the future wants me to fuck him, then i guss i have to
she asked me where ive been her entire life and the guy in the room next to us yelled "with other women bitch!"
Props to the guy on crutches playing edward forty hands. Dedicated to drinking games is an understatement.
Remember, ur body isn't a visitors center
I felt so bad but my urge to be with you & drunkenly eat your face was apparently much stronger.
The whorange rubbed off. His white shirt was so gross at the end of the night I told him to frame it.
I just puked into a clean basket of laundry.
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