They nicknamed me the gargoyle. Sex with me is getting gargoyled. The last one I fucked yelled "gargoyle me" for dirty talk. I think fucking me is part of their pledging initiation. Somewhat OK with this.
Some guy just yelled at me from his car "CLIIIIIIIIIITT"... I feel like this has something to do with last night....
In mid-threesome, need more condoms. Wearing a sheet to the gas station. I'll keep you posted
it is a toga and you are a goddess.
I walked in on you rubbing your nose all over his face while straddling him and yelling "I'M SO SORRY!" repeatedly. I'd say you were in pretty good shape at that point in the night.
we're like Indians of the 21st century. trading not for food and survival but personal gain and by trouble you mean getting daytime drunk and going to the roller ring then yes.
Also I think my taxi driver may have just died and we just happen to be on a 35 mph cruise control on 395...
I just found a casserole dish in my oven filled with broken glass, blood, and chopsticks. And the REALLY fucked up thing is that finding it answered more questions than it raised.
library dates and plan B? He is looking like a great catch.
For future reference "bring our litter sisters on our date day" is not such a good idea
"He was so not worth staining my backseat for."
In the last six hours i have procured a free sandwich, watched three movies, and came to orgasm. If that isn't productivity then i don't know what is.
The crowd is chanting "we want sex!" There's a man dressed as bacon. That is all
I didn't pay $79 for lingerie for you to cum in 30 seconds
Walking actually physically hurts. We should do it again some time.
All I could think about was how many vaginas had been on the toliet that I was pukin in
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