guys are not supposed to queef...right?
he asked me what things i liked that he did in bed, and i told him all the things i hated so he would use it on that new bitch and she wouldnt hook up with him anymore.
you for real need to get over him dude
I picked my nose. Flicked it. I heard it hit something. Next thing I know, it's floating around in my wine glass.
Call me pathetic, but saying "tits for ireland" is working out really well on chatroulette today.
Yo dude either Brian has herpes or he was jerking off to Web MD 'cause I just walked in on him
i don't really know how much tequila is too much
whiskey dick. though we did manage to break my closet door and flood the bathroom.
aaaaaand im pretty certain i told that boy i just met that "his balls better be out tomorrow"
I keep telling myself last night was not real, not real, not real. Then I remember I can't move. This hangover is too fucking real.
according to last night, I underestimated the size of my mouth and the possibilities of what can fit into it.
The hot tub didn't work. But it's okay because we discovered just how many people you can fit in a bathtub.
I approve. Last time I was there, I left E's room to get a drink of water. Found M sitting on the kitchen counter in his boxers hammered and eating a banana. He proceeded to feed me the rest of his banana then went to bed with the lights on. You two will be great.
Wait. You NEVER used a Dizzy Doodler pen as a vibrator?!?
He would come to class in wrapped in nothing but a pink towel
we were waffle house and a lady told me her imaginary friend was sitting in the chair next to her. i don't feel so trashy now.
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