TYLER... glimpse of last night: leather chaps, guacamole dip, a jump rope, spray paint, and rhinestone studded pajamas.
i think you have the wrong number... but your story sounds delightful.
i'm pretty sure the only people calling it "sexting" are ones who don't actually do it
I've realized that my life is in no way structured to be compatible with monogamy. I'm not adjusting to this well.
You refused to come over and kept yelling that you were gonna sleep on a car
why would you automatically assume i'm high...
you just told me you're eating the powder of a lemonade mix.
If the cops knock on your door and ask if you saw anyone throw an orange out the window I was never there.
We always end up having sex in random places after class. I need to stop letting this dude borrow my pens.
I still can't believe that I ate McDonald's off of my chest in his bed...
Cross faded me is not the classiest.
No not at all haha I wish there was a picture of that
So I'm texting her. How do I steer the conversation toward "I honestly would be fine never seeing you again"?
Its like drunk me is Oprah except instead of a car everyone's award is seeing my boobs
it was so good i reconsidered my staunch atheism
For whatever reason, whenever she's drunk off Crown, all she wants to do is jerk me off with her feet.
He started yelling terms of endearment at a cheese sandwich. Then he tried to hump it.
There is sex in the air. Be careful where you walk.
ready for a night of bad decisions, horrible moral standards, and an unhealthy amount of illegal substances.
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