you ever get that eerie feeling when you walk in a room, when you know youve barfed here before.
I know I'm not learning anything when I can't even spell the name of the class I'm taking
I think I might stay on campus instead of going home for thanksgiving and see how many townies I can hook up with and no one will be around to judge
Sophomore year, I fucked on your desk chair. I'm sorry. I love you.
Ya bro it was wild. Hey, is latex digestible?
Yes I hit her with my car. Yes I gave her a ride home. And yes she gave me her number. What's the problem?
i dont remember how or why, but i now have 3 coupons for a free BJ from Anise stapled to my right arm.
When we were finished I asked him how long it had been since he'd cum that hard. He thought really hard for a while before telling me his brain forgot how years worked.
That's just weird. That doesn't make sense sexually at all. I mean, you might as well tape a pen to the tip and try and write your name while you're at it.
I donkey kicked that mother fucker. Never stood a chance.
It was a door. A completely inanimate object, of course it didn't stand a chance you idiot.
I don't know if I want to fuck him or punch him in the face.
I now know he's been cheating for a while. I also know HER name, address, phone number, Facebook account, religion and zodiac sign. I feel like I'm earning my restraining order. Point is, never fuck over a librarian.
she's always on high-alert for lesbians
If your talking about a poncho I WANT ONE
OH GOD IT TASTES LIKE IT SMELLS
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