We may or may not have a drunk cat on our hands.
Let's just be mature adults about last night and never speak of it again.
Her "get-your-paper-done-early-blowjob" incentive is the thing that has successfully deterred my procrastination
Good thing I was dressed to impress in my "I went nuclear on my wings" shirt even the girls are making out and I'm still 7th wheeling it...
after giving each other head, we had a really nice post-oral heart to heart. found out he lost his virginity in a threesome.
alcohol. turning childhood friends into awkward hookups since the dawn of civilization.
You mean the girl who was passed out face down on the bathroom floor until 10 AM? You're right, she was cute.
it's been dubbed the summer of antibiotics
I took in his dog. My exboyfriend still calls me for 2 things, blow jobs and animal rescue. I need to end this cycle
So glad the long weekend is over so I can bring this bender to a merciful end.
But seriously. What possible excuse could I come up with to ditch my parents on Christmas to go fuck him?
Is there some sort of line being crossed when your shower activities start to involve jimmy johns?
This is possibly the most humiliating moment of my life. I have diarrhea, in a port-a-potty, at the Renaissance Festival.
I had a dream I got back with Amanda. And then cheated on her the same day. Even my conscious is a dick
I just tried to snap you a picture of the CVS where we decided not to become parents.
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