It's a sad day when you realize you are no longer above fucking in movie theater bathrooms.
Well we ran into the cornfields when the cops got there. We'd been hiding in there for 45 mins when he asks me "So this wasn't exactly how I'd planned this but I thought I'd ask. How do you feel about oral sex?"
home. puking in laundry basket.
neither the pictures you took nor my hangover explain why there are skittles in my shoe
I learned nothing from that class except drinking and chemistry go together great.
look what he's done to me, i actually want to be a stripper now.
It started out just like any other night: was watching a Zach Effron movie, drinking tequila out of a water bottle. I don't understand how this got out of hand.
idk. I was on the deck with Dominic and i felt something weird on my arm. I looked down and you were licking my elbow.
You kept saying,"there's a seahorse in my stomach, who's trying escape". This was after the curtains attacked you.
What was she thinking? I'm not in the business of charity fucks anymore.
Great sex, the promise of us mixing our excellent genetics in the future, and access to drugs are mainly what's holding this relationship together at the moment
Officially crunch time. It's my last year of grad school and I've yet to get blown in a school library. The parking garage was less than a block away though.
I want to but I can't have a boner while doing a install and working with a customer
Get off the floor, put away the cookie dough, get ur shit together Scott.
Idk I've taught my 18 month old how to say nipple so kids aren't all bad
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