Unless I'm getting a singing midget telegram, I'm not going to smile
So what's the moral of this story? Aside from 'lesbians hold grudges'?
On this egg donor form, it asks "In the past 5 years, have you had sex for drugs or money?" It only gives a yes or no option and no place to explain myself. What do I do?
just spent all of my last class as a college student, vomiting in the bathroom. its moments like these i will cherish
omg. he's a virgin strip club employee who's going to college on a ping pong scholarship. this is unreal.
They just caught the deck on fire and I ran out with cups off the beer pong table filled with water from the toilet. It was the closest water source.
You just handed me your ATM card and wrote your PIN number on a dollar bill and said "for bail money."
Dude how did you get resin on my keyboard?
hotdog in my bra and i still managed to score. Got a bit freaked when he tried to eat it though. I paid 3 bucks for that fucking hotdog.
official rule: if your drunk, it doesn't count
then nothing in my life counts
I can't wait for you to tell me about your sex.
It's a short, short story.
i would compare it to sliding down a velcro-covered fireman's pole naked. no more bearded men for me.
you just cant say you love him and then say you want to fuck your boss
Oh my god, my vagina is cursed. He's cursed my vagina so that no one but him can maintain a boner around me. I'm sure of it.
This is very awkward but where is my dildo, Mom
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