Just found a "how to get laid" book on the dresser and am now a victim of method number 16 corollary 7.
Also, did that cop draw hearts on everyone's hands last night?
My TA just came over to give us drugs. Now he's drinking grey goose with my roommate and explaining his thesis to her. This is too much.
its all coming back to me in waves....waves of humiliation and nausea.
Everytime I am with a guy I hope his penis is as big as yours. It never is. Thanks for setting that bar.
Listen. I don't care if its "nontoxic" im not putting it in my fucking vagina.
Either I'm deep cleaning my apartment out of severe academic procrastination or I'm subconsciously nesting and need to take a pregnancy test.
I don't know what happened. His phone, shirt, shoes, and the condom wrapper are here but he isn't. I don't even know how to get a hold of him right now
I have a terrible feeling that I made out with a fraternity last night
I would reevaluate a bf who is happy with other guys doing me.
Def went to work still drunk... the only comment i got was good to see you drinking more water...
Who knew a blowjob could cause this kind of crazy
He wasn't prepared for it
I just pulled back the shower curtain to reveal Cinnamon Toast Crunch and a spoon in the bathtub. Ambien is a hell of a drug.
so then the cop took one last hit off our blunt and then drove off in his car and we just all stood there thinking, yea... that just happened...
He's got a big dick, a steady job and tells me I'm pretty. There is litterally nothing else I look for I a guy.
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