Saved By The Bell: The College Years had it waaaay wrong on that one.
You suck. You're fired. I need to find a less reasonable voice-of-reason.
Right, because I totally see myself driving all the way down there to fuck his world famous penis.
YOU DID DRUGS AFTER A THREESOME WHO ARE YOU TO JUDGE ME?!!?
Well on a lighter note, I had sex in a food truck.
Me, him and the recently stolen carpet walked down the road and into the strip club. We had to check the carpet with our coats, it didn't mind missing out too much, later the door guy at Subway held carpet during late night sandwich selection.
L'Shannah Tovah!
Whats that? My new stripper name?
What if there is no right person? Maybe it's just the right cat. Or the right 12 cats.
We were at dinner and dad asked me to pass the salt and I suddenly remembered doing body shots when I was blacked out last weekend.
High-fiving last weekend's hook up in passing on the way to class has given me quite the lady boner.
So I'm pretty sure I told every one at the party that "I'm going to fuck my pillow pets tonight?"
You're seeing with your vagina, not your eyes.
Turns out end of the world sex is H-O-T, HOoot! I'll be the only progressive lady smiling today
just call my name and ill be there, if we are puking, beating up bitches, or pickin up men, OR avoiding wierd men, so many situations require a wingman
God dammit everything I said last night about jungle juice being awesome just does not carry over into the next day
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