theres no point in washing my sheets anymore. its always going to be a fine layer of booze and semen.
I'm a terrible person. There are two guys speaking sign language on the metro platform and at first I thought they were drunk and doing a silly dance.
Hes still mad that I left the room mid-hookup to go get a pickle from the fridge.
She stumbled in with some guy, woke me up, introduced him and said "This is my sister. She's a freshman. She probably hates you."
he asked if i wanted their team name to be " Amandas angels" or " Fuk budies" either way an intermural softball team of all my hook ups from spring semester is just depressing. convenient but depressing
Also, I don't remember opening my gifts from my family. It was cool when I woke up with a new ihome.
I'm pretty sure we organized our beer pong teams according to who's been circumsized...
have to get expensive furniture. after that study abroad now at least six things at ikea are named after guys i slept with
I wish men found my impeccable aim when spitting into the sink attractive.
I am on my usual post-jerkoff high of eternal happiness. Like I could punch a fucking tiger.
If you think hives from an allergic reaction to lube is funny, remind me to tell you the story about how I got a black eye from masturbating.
ill be home in an hour. Be in my bed ready for disappointment
Slap a cop in the butt for a felony charge. Check.
Would it be weird if i sent him a "happy fuckiversary" text?
Accidentally texted co-worker instead of bf “I’m wfh tomrw. Nooner? 💦”
Randomize