similar to the time we made up the game of screaming at the top of our lungs any time a guy any of us slept with walked into the party. that went over SO well.
I had sex with him, and then he gave me a $5 Starbucks gift card. Totally worth it
we were doing it doggy-style and i felt him pop that pimple on my back.I have mixed feelings about it
i figure i've seen his cum stains on the floor, i'm allowed to say these things.
when i got home i made myself toast with butter & put pasta on it. I know this cause it's all over my bed.
hes either a crazy bad problem or a crazy good orgasm. I just can't decide which one.
See, thats where im at with my life, welcome to the slut yaht we will be cruising comfortably all summer at an extremely drunken relaxing pace S.S. Slut Bucket
There's scrapes on the inside of both my thighs.. Because we wanted to get drunk and climb trees naked.
nope. just stoned. wishing i had a golf cart.
Well, you've continued the theme of living with people who's dicks I've sucked.
If I woke up in a pillar of smoke I suppose that's a sign right
Whatever you have to do, STALL THEM. Your toothbrush is in the kitchen, my pants are on the balcony, and I don't have eyebrows.
You spent an hour sitting naked in your neighbor's Jeep Wrangler yelling in a terrible British accent about how you were "on a safari". Then you passed out on your lawn.
We couldnt find you anywhere and when you finally answered your phone all you said was "im safe"
He gave me a brownie at the beginning of class and now I can't feel my face.
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