i've decided that sluttiness is like a disease, it can lay dormant in you for years and then one day you go to college and with all the booze and drugs and boys and time on your hands symptoms begin to show then one day BAM you're a huge slut. it's like how izzie had skin cancer and it grew into brain cancer.
she fell down the flight of stairs and was fine until she saw the two broken beer bottles on the ground by her.
thats a woman
so wait, they're fucking, but it doesn't count as cheating cause they only do anal?
i have one hour to talk myself into enjoying giving him a blow job when i get home
possible father of this baby just finished his test first in a lecture of 200 people. other possible father finished about 100th.
I'm rooting for #1.
My life is a requiem composed in the key of fuck.
All i've done since I got back to my room today is take a three hour nap. Like, I even planned to change my pants and haven't even done that yet.
Only you would think wine and coffee was an acceptable finals study time mix
Just quiet vomiting, and in between heaves she mumbled "be the pro"
Say what you want, but those Fraggle Rock DVDs have gotten me laid twice.
I have a video (on my shattered iphone) of a random DJ at some bar giving me a birthday shoutout and texts from random numbers talking about birthday sex. My birthday is in April... Happy birthday to me?
What happens if you die with an erection? Does it stay hard? Disclaimer: I'm high.
I'm not just straddling the line between love and hate, I'm dry humping the shit out of it
He made me come so hard I punched another hole in the wall mid orgasm.
I'm not fixing this one for you. Do it your own damn self.
Alcohol and I aren't friends right now.
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