Text me right after you finish, I want to know how the ghetto fleshlight worked out
How about I just call you while I'm doing it so you can hear my reaction?
also i tucked his toothbrush in my shirt. why? i dont know.
We're exchanging pot brownie recipes in my substance abuse class. This is going to be an awesome 7 weeks.
But it's not about our feelings, it's about making the men we sleep with feel awful about their lives
Straight up if I get stuck with her I'm going to drink myself into a prison cell.
Hes drunk and dancing naked. I can hear his dick smacking his legs from the next room.
He fingered me and now wants me to go get plan b because of it. WE'RE IN COLLEGE.
100 proof captain the only man who can make me strip during a snowstorm
I would like to dedicate my cray behavior this week to my uncontrollable hormones and wine. Both have totally Efff'ed with my life.
God dammit. My lube leaked all over my passport
I'm so proud of us for not dying.
I lost my favorite bra in his hotel room. Is it bad that that's the only reason I hope he texts me tomorrow?
Pooping with Eye of the Tiger playing. Not a single fuck shall be given.
I'm good. Got my nipples pierced and threw my back out. 🙌
I think we have some hyper-understanding of each other when drunk, because looking back at our text convo from last night, they were literally just jumbled letters.
Randomize