Sorry I totally forgot to text you back. When you texted me I was at work at the pharmacy and it was stupid busy. And then of course I had my 8 hour "shoot me b/c half of Loyola comes in to buy plan B" shift.
so basically i'm the" little sister", he's the "big brother" and we just fucked
Puked on a Tom Jones impersonator on the strip
just mention it in a side comment sometime today... like oh by the way i have a daughter but um yeah my day was good
it's like a replay of two fridays ago...except not in a motel and i'm not having sex in the shower.
I found out that they tried to reenact the Snooki drop by using a jump rope and the banister. Pictures say it all.
All I remember is doing a naked tuck and roll of your bed.
I feel like butter and tequila would be excellent combination. Right now. Please do this in my name.
I imagine I kinda look like a banana with one boob out.
Don't feel sorry for me. I'm getting Red Lobster and sex tonight. Nothing can bring me too far down.
these are times I'm glad I'm Jewish because the Torah is just like "drink, eat, and fuck"
He showed up at my front door with Plan B and a rose...
sexting just seems like too much work right now.
Happiness is laying in bed, topless, pouring 4 packs of hot sauce on your taco bell.
you know maybe it wouldnt be so bad if it hadnt happened before. At least I didnt blow him this time
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