I really like him. That's why I'm having sex with someone else, so he doesnt think i'm a slut.
I want to leave work and go home and eat Five Guys and masturbate
She was hit by a car at 47 mph and lived. That explains everything.
It smells like wine and fried chicken. Im confused and intrigued.
just left the emergency room. condom extraction.
The stripper from Delilahs paid the desk clerk to find out my room #. Either Im doin something very right or she's doing it worng.
We eventually get in a cab (after david tried to hail multiple regular cars and some sort of shuttle bus)
I'm just concerned it's gonna end up in my vagina again
I am now the only person in my apartment who hasn't had sex in my bed.
No it's ok. I made friends with the guy that always wears helmets to the bar. His name is helmet Harry
It's official. I am the girl who threw up in the library. Hangovers and midterms do not mix.
You'd be surprised how many calories hedonism burns.
All I want is a guy who will love me and occasionally shave my balls.
You're like Jane Goodall in a forest of gay men. Someday your autobiography will be called "Bottoms in the Mist".
My inner pteradactyl is also confused.
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