Conclusion from last night: Sometimes being classy isn't as fun as making out with a guy on a pooltable in a bar. Happy birthday, Canada.
According to the transitive property, he has now had dick in his mouth.
His housemate was playing a sad violin solo for me on my way out. God I hate musicians.
last night we were having sex and i didn't care if i got off. i was just holding up my hand behind his head so i could look at my new ring. i think he knew.
I've got my laundry in the car, tonights 1 night stand pre-req is an in suite washer and dryer. Let's do this!
I just called my mom 'Napoleon bronaparte'. I need to stop hanging out with you.
at least the person I hooked up with donates to charity, the shirt I was wearing this morning was his relay for life shirt.
So was I the only one that was competing in the whale hunt?
I am almost positive I asked to milk her when I was saying my goodbyes.
Topless bubble bath with a lesbian is debatable as a gay experience.
I only know one person in my class and that's my dealer.
If God is analyzing my life right now extremely proud or dissapointed but either way I took wednesday night drinkin to new levels
roommates are droppin acid, i really should stop them from staring directly at the light bulb, but their giggles are so enchanting.
I slept with six men with different nationalities this week. Who says I'm not a woman of culture?
i'm currently watching a guy eat a bunch of cacti and i have lost all faith in humanity
**cactuseses
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