I plan on offering nudes to any guy that wants to give me notes from the past five weeks of class
dont touch anything in my room. If its phallus shaped, i can almost guarantee its been in my vagina.
So am I a slut for not remembering his name after sex last night or not recognizing him in the cafe today after he told me who he was?
And the best part is that she's coming home to find that I completely shaved her dog.
the outcome of this sandwich determines whether or not i do anything else with my day..
Just so you know you don't have to worry about me picking up any guys tonight. The Hilton is hosting guests from the North American Gay Volleyball Association and the Comic Palooza
I can hear her moaning. I'm on some random guy's counter. He wanted me to cuddle but I said I didn't know how.
Also, I found out tonight a major plus for being female is you can accidentally call the hot bartender sweet tits and she won't get mad.
She was lying on the table chugging back something when the table broke
She kept going
They shoved things up my nose I feel violated
I am going to MURDER whoever gave him my phone number but it was probably drunk me so I'm conflicted.
He totally sucks at sexting. He sent me a clothed shot of his ass captioned "I know this gets you going." What?
I don't care what you say about him, his cock is the stuff dreams are made of.
Comedy Central is in dire need of more sitable faces late at night - Trevor Noah has a baby face - there are federal rules against those types of sexual fantasies
I almost suffocated in that mask but she kept calling me Jeremy so I kept it on.
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