Bigbird is at the bar Im at. whats her name
no, literally. he fb chatted me and said "since you're online i figured we could bang tonight?"
In hindsight, buying 4 different kinds of vibrators at once may have been a little overenthusiastic of me.
I'll just dance on top of the ping pong table, and if it's stable enough for that, then it's stable enough for sex
Idea for the cake. Joints for candles. Do it.
I dont know, but the way you were flopping around and gurgling made me scared that you were actually drowning in the carpet.
But the ghost of his schlong past haunts you
No talking tonight. Just drinking and puking up memories
We were basically fucking on the dance floor. People kept buying us drinks. It really only encouraged us.
You know, part of me wants to die and the other part of me doesn't want to live
You got this. You survived the RA last semester (granted you almost got arrested but still.)
He washed his dick in my kitchen sink after sex. I think he might be a keeper.
Hey, is this going to be a real date, or am I just meeting you at a hotel to have sex in the bathroom? Given our history, I think it's a fair question.
I got my period on eclipse day. I'm officially in line with the moon.
It's a draw. You need to settle it in Smash, Soul Calibur, and/or rock-paper-scissors, the last of which Steve claims is bullshit.
Randomize
