So im pretty sure the object of my emotional onterest is tired of playing with me....
I want the hot one, scratch that. anyone.
I'm pretty sure there's seven mailboxes in the bathtub...
This house was built for laser tag.
I gave her a mint afterward. It felt like giving turndown service at Hotel BJ.
You watched "From Justin to Kelly" and sang along to more than half of the songs. I didn't know whether to laugh or to be insanely frightened that you knew almost all the lyrics.
Ive created a fbook group called "threesome" and invited two girls. Im not going to say a word and just see what happens.
I have a gash on my leg an a lobster leg in my purse.
In between when I last wrote and now have screwed a Swiss guy on a hostel bathroom floor. Okay, real life?
Don't worry we will all be making bad decisions soon
That's the most comforting thing I've heard in months
Yeah man it sucked balls. People on the bus probably thought I was fucking crazy. I was fetal position, taking up two seats with no shame whilst simultaneously panting.
I took your mattress from your bed. Don't ask questions. Love you. See ya later.
she's fucked both of my roommates but not me. i feel like I'm not part of the group anymore
I'm the kind of gay who carries his anxiety medication in case the club scene gets too fierce
Hey man, he's too drunk to remember what you said. What drugs are we buying and when should we expect them?
Randomize
