She kept screaming "yeah! You pick up my books!" the whole time. . .
She forced me to throw up so it would "rejuvenate" me. It worked and then we took six more shots and did a keg stand. You know what I call that? Friendship.
After he came he asked what I was doing for thanksgiving.
so i literally woke up after a night of doing lines to a bag of pretzels falling off my bed. a reminder that maybe this is a contributing factor to my freshman 15.
I'm going to be blunt here. I don't actually care what you're doing tonight. I just need to know if I need to shave or not.
for once, the $56 i am about to pay for plan b was actually worth the sex.
Can u check his last FB check in, then come pick me up from there. Blame it on the tequila
You hid from a cop under some guy's canoe on his lawn.. It didnt work
Just bought the plane tickets. Light headed. Blood rush to clit oh god blue clit. Mayday mayday vagina down!
We 6 way cheers-ed with French fries last night, hammered, in the booth.
I couldn't do it. You can't break up after that many orgasms. It's physically impossible.
Yep if he's taking selfies he's probably on drugs again.
How do you delicately ask if your friend's dad was arrested for solicitation of prostitution?
I have never encountered a chode in the wild
Excuse me while I gouge out my eyes.
In which case my work here is done.
Randomize
