idk why but i just wanna to have sex with the idea of him. i don't even wanna meet him.
bowling with tennis balls and shot glasses. whatever you dont knock down after 2 rolls, you drink.
I'm basically sure i was the reason for glitter on his penis
I lost of the blow last night. Found it later in my bag labeled Fairy Dust.
I only had sex with her cause she looked like jwoww from jersey shore
When he came he sounded like a flock of birds hitting puberty
Just found custom condoms. Guess I'm not getting any work done today.
I've decided, even as much fun as it sounds, I don't care for his sodomy box.
I'm pretty sure getting a blow job behind a bar in Rome while her little sister is throwing up in a dumpster not 5 feet away, gives entirely new meaning to the phrase "When in Rome"
My vagina supports interfraternal relations
You didn't know it was a gay bar until the 7th guy rejected you. You were crying because you thought it was just a bad night. No more for you.
Just saw a cougar do the walk of shame. She asked housekeeping where the fastest elevator was.
But today feels so special with katie getting herpes and me cleaning my room. Good things are happening.
Well shit, I would've slept with him if I knew he was gonna be in the draft.
If you think I'm going to drive 5.5 hours just to bang a guy, you'd be absolutely right.
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