If my vagina had boots, it would be shaking in them.
We named our saturday intramural dodgeball team "we're hungover". Pretty much just an excuse to fuel my alcoholism on friday nights.
He wouldn't let me go down on him. He stopped me and told me he was a giver.
It's been two weeks and I still have carpet burns on my knees. Well done.
I just found pizaa roll in my hair. Already been to class today
I don't think anybody else enjoys making out with multiple guys on the same night as much as I do. I'm like a wine taster but with lips... it's like art to me. The bruise on my upper lip is proof of it
Getting sick, pulled the filter off a camel crush and rolled it into my joint to clear my sinuses. If there were stoner awards, I'd receive one.
I like to think of you as more a magic eight ball of my life's journey?
I feel like that's something that he should've asked me over dinner..... instead of with his hand down my pants? maybe not
I'm moving out of my place and I just gave my mom a couch that I had sex on last night. Reduce, reuse, recycle at its best.
we both turned hook ups into relationships we are crushing this thing called life right now.
It was dumb but not something to force me into sobriety
This may be the alcohol talking, but I'm pretty sure I know Spanish now
should i be that dick who brings a carpet in an uberpool
Why are you moving a carpet?
it's unimportant
The logic in me says "don't text him" .But the vagina in me says "text him".
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