We basically counted to 3 and then dumped each other.
Walk of shame... his parents made me go to church with them first. in my club top sweat pants and slippers. i just slapped god in the face
Im still alive. Just can't talk. Or move. No need to worry
You made out with my dog and told me he tasted like a rainbow.
I'm not sure if it was the 11 shots or your naturally vibrant personality but I recall you being quite noisy that evening
Come get your boy. He's cuddling with a bag of rice on the floor.
I think someone cast a spell on the lazy stoner rich boy stereotype and it came to life and called me.
Possibly threw up in my purse last night. Still suspicious of of all actions
I'm going to give you the best blowjob of your life. And yes you can use my mom's printer.
My lease is up and I've been thinking, it's only fair that the guys I've fucked in this apartment in the past year help me move. They enjoyed the bed, now help me move it.
I'm covered in bite marks and have a cracked rib - was a good weekend
Ok, stop saying "youths." You're 23.
i found you passed out on the floor with a half-eaten pie. i figured youd be the last person to care if i went and banged your sister
Apparently I was carrying around a bottle of listerine calling it 5 loco
OH DEAR GOD IT GOT IN MY MOUTH AGAIN HELP
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