So how was he last night?
Five-minute foot-long.
we black-lighted her bedspread and it looked like a jackson pollock painting.
I just threw up and a whole piece of spaghetti came out of my nose. I don't even remember eating spaghetti.
i just threw up ON my final. epic way to end the semester.
She was narrarating everything she did.. like while making toast.
You just kept rubbing her head and repeating "I really like your head, I want your head..." over and over for like 10 minutes straight... And she didnt even stop you.
Don't remember much from last night, but I recall slipping you the tounge. For that I apologize
He thinks MY vagina is tight. That's saying something.
I gave him head in my cape. On the kitchen floor. Watching a show about bacon.
Oh shit. The hangover. It has taken 20 mins and 5 attempts to tie my shoelaces
She keeps feeding me drugs. Its like I'm her baby bird or something
Starting the day with sex, coffee and productivity are what the founding fathers intended
It's amazing
I want to run hundreds of miles and do a whole semesters worth of homework while flying on a unicorn and throwing endless glitter bombs
Please tell me that all of the things I remember doing last night didn't really happen. Please.
His favorite stripper is going to jail. He's taking it pretty hard
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