the mandatory saturday morning class for those written up by RA's turned into a gold mine...just met EVERY hot chick that parties.
My psychiatrist is "consulting" others. I am high-achieving nuts.
im trying to stop thinking of him and his amazing dick. every time i do i snap myself with a rubber band. classical conditioning at its finest...and you said i wouldnt learn anything from psychology.
At the party. I feel like I just walked into a lifesize blunt.
Her mom offered to give me a lap dance. I was a guest, I couldn't say no.
Bathroom attendant appreciated that hug I have him as a tip. Fucking BROKE these days.
I'm watching sex and the city with my wine and Wendy's. I'm not sure if this is single woman empowerment or not.
So I have to borrow my moms car tomorrow to go pick up my ID from the strip club so I can board my plane tomorrow
I just fell out of my doorway to go to class so if that doesn't describe how my night went idk what will
Let's drink lean at the 5 seconds of summer concert. Give the teens a glimpse into their future as dysfunctional adults holding desperately onto their youth. You in?
I started carrying sissors in my purse to open plan B with. Both ashamed and proud.
She bruised my penis again. But, trooper I am we kept on going.
we've talked on the toilet we're linked now
roommate singing save a horse ride a cowboy wearing a cowboy hat a bikini and jeans while humping the couch.
“before I show up tits a blazing, what’s the sexual temperature here?“
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