so on my way home this naked dude runs right in front me his weiner at half mast screaming i'm only doing this cause its a 50 dollar dare
shit I'm tired of wearing other peoples clothes to bed
don't worry about the neighbors I'm like 99% sure all that snow covered a good portion of our vomit
i can tell by the sound of your bed that he isnt that good at sex.
drunk me is my new role model. he's fearless. like not even afraid of tornadoes.
Turns out they use me as an example of What Not To Do at freshman orientation. My little brother told me.
Just got my period. This just makes my beach escapade totally even that much more ok.
I have Retrograde Ejaculation as a side effect from one of my meds. Is this a respectable form of birth control?
Oh and jess is gonna pee in our guest bedroom to mark her territory.
Is it bad that I see a party full of girls I know he has fucked as a challenge for me to be the one who ends up in his bed?
I wish i could just live off of margaritas and good sex.
An hour is enough time for me to get drunk and win a dry hump marathon so I hope you have somewhat similar or better goals
No one needs to know about the barren wasteland that is my vag. Sometimes i visualize my cervix rocking back and forth wondering where everybody went.
I just pictured that. It's reading a book.
Did this whole conversation happen while you were shitting?
Once he bit me I drew the fucking line.
Randomize