And now I'm afraid that I'm a pornographic eater.
I remember going home with 2 girls. Woke up with 4.
last night I thought his shirt said yale... but this morning it definitely says old navy.
I like complaining with weaving words and complex sentences. It makes me seem more sophisticated and less bitchy.
Cops showed up at 4 am to address a noise complaint and she called them pussies for not doing shots with us.
That adds atleast one bjs worth of awkward sexual tension between us.
I woke up in my girlfriends bed with another guy laying next to me. wtf.
Her exstacy made her nickname everyone David. Nobody knows who the fuck she's talking to so we just say no to everything she says. She's crying.
Your cum is still running out of me. I pity the next person that tries these jeans on....
He was late, on account of he accidentally went to the Al-Anon meeting across the hall, and it took him 30 minutes to realize he was in the wrong room.
Did you or did you not grab my boob while I was making out with the foreign kid?
My legs feel like baby dolphins
Would I do it again? Probably not but still,I don't regret a single ratchet thing I've done in college.
I made out with 4 out of 4 girls I was out with last night, I'm pretty sure everyone knows I'm a lesbian by now
I was really surprised he asked for my number the next morning..... and my name.
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