So I just had this crazy idea, and no it has nothing to do with the fact that they made me take shots at work.
before i could say "i'm not that kind of girl", i was.
His sex texting was like a step by step guide to the most boring sex ever...
let me put it this way. im never saying "join in or get out" again unless i know whos in the room.
Dude its so hot it my room I can't jack off. Its gonna be a long summer.
Saved By The Bell: The College Years had it waaaay wrong on that one.
We are so drunk I just let him piss between my legs on the toilet. That's love.
She judged ME for picking my nose when SHE has the clap.
Dude that's beautiful. I've never heard of someone smoking with their bunny.
I feel like I have a connection with him. A marijuana-induced-spiritual connection.
We're all just looking at each other quietly, hoping that no one brings up last nights shenanigans.
You have to sext the same way you right a resume, you can only use active verbs
She said I'm like warm bathroom-sink water. There's nothing necessarily wrong with me, but she doesn't exactly want to "drink me in"
If I take one more surprise finger up the ass this week there will be hell to pay.
Do not tell me I cant do drunk math ever again, AND I made a creative way of telling him I want him to fuck me.
No one can touch me, I'm made of fruit.
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