he quoted cool runnings while we were having sex: feel the rythm,feel the rhyme, get on up, its bobsled time
one more question, do you know why i woke up with 5 pounds of quarters, nickels and dimes in my pocket?
I think I might stay on campus instead of going home for thanksgiving and see how many townies I can hook up with and no one will be around to judge
2 classes, 3 finals, and $30 worth of adderall until this semester is over.
I mean, I know they're ugly, but I cant turn down a birthday threesome.
we got hammered off table wine and i ended up biting my acrylic nail off so i could finger his butt.. ill never look at valentines day the same
sorry for the blank pocket text. My penis obviously has nothing to say to you.
But seriously he was like a god with his hands. My vagina feels annointed.
Every now and then I'll meet one who is talented in the art of shower gymnast.
I think I ripped my underwear last night doing drunk squats
He's in grad school at Harvard. I suppose that means my vagina is now smarter than I am.
As long as he continues to be our subleaser and continues to fuck me, I think it's acceptable for me to steal a piece of bread here and there.
He KNOWS ALL THE WORDS TO "JESUS IS MY FRIEND", I swear if he even tries to pull shit with me I'm becoming an actual nun.
He can't say no, it's my spiritual goddamn quest.
Details are irrelevant. Come bail me out of jail.
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