There is a man on the balcony beside me who claims he is a triceratops. He roared and asked me for a cigarette, telling me he'd eat me if I refused. I love college.
He was wearing his Class of 2007 shirt so I sat there for 5 minutes and read all the names of the guys I can remember giving head to.
The extent of my physical activity is running from the cops.
I thought the one perk of the low caliber of men I've slept with thus far in my college career is that I would never run into them in the library. I've been here for ten minutes and we're on number three.
It got kind of awkward when her dad brought home a 20 something asian girl at 3am
Im sweating champagne and woke up in nothing but a tuxedo jacket. What didnt go wrong last night?
How many times can I tell him that I wasn't expecting sex before he finally figures out that I'm just too lazy to shave?
This football player keeps talking about his drunk dad. I think he may start crying. Does this deserve a roll tide?
well this is gonna sound really bad but we were fooling around on sandra's electrical wheelchair
Moral of the story: fuckboys never change
My fucking earlobe is bruised what the hell
I'm gonna have to get a lube sherpa.
So.. I was kinda upset i got the bad fuck out of the situation
There's glitter all over his bed from my Pink VS panties... I think I might invest in similar styles as a way of marking my territory just incase.
he was almost the father of your baby, you should let him take you to dinner
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