Hey, It's Lauren. i wanted to talk to you tonight. I like you, as you know because kyle told you. I was wondering if you liked me too?
Are you in the third fucking grade? Check yes or no.
He keeps apologizing for not being able to get hard when he's drunk. We havent even left the club yet.
There aren't nearly as many guys masturbating on chatroulette as i was led to believe...i feel cheated
that trick or treat candy bucket that we used to collect beer money last night was very helpful when I vomited in it this morning
then he tried to tell me how many times he had seen Scott's dick. his estimate was about 180 times. he thought I didn't understand.
He is now tagging himself in my pics from last year where he is barely visable in the corner. i feel like he's marking his territory.
I think online classes were designed around the concept of day drinking.
Not going to lie- I'm a little freaked out camping right now. This is one of those high activities you don't do by yourselves...or close to bears
She just spat tequila at me... Like a fountain... A broken fountain
Its okay that he doesn't remember you, he only remembers girls by their boobs and I think you were wearing a jacket
He sent a video of him jacking off....class will be awkward tomorrow
I think he should just go away to a small penis island and never come back
It's volleyball. Just do it. You want to look sporty. Save sexy librarian for another day.
I woke up in his closet, with my shirt inside out and backwards, Rolos in my hand, a tortilla with a face carved into it stuck to the fridge with a magnet, a homemade bong next to the bed, and the door off the hinges... I need a chaperone.
I dont think the chain smoking, tequila shots or cocaine was good for my bronchitis.
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