He seems like he has feelings, which is completely unacceptable; esp for a boy in college.
neither the pictures you took nor my hangover explain why there are skittles in my shoe
All he said was "Yeah, there's a lot of air down there. And penis."
Okay, good. And if you have one of those portable strip poles that would be nice too.
You love him. Dinosaurs. Math. Sex.
He's coming back with me for the week. It took me saying "I don't wanna drive myself home... I'm better as a passenger giving road head" for him to jump at it. Rack another one up for my magical openings.
I posted my balls on ericas instagram. It got 17 likes.
THAT IS NOT SOMETHING YOU TELL SOMEBODY THE FIRST TIME YOU MEET THEM IN THE DARK.
I just came inside of a Gatorade bottle. That hungover.
Things are very odd on my 29th hour of being awake. Thought there was a bird in my lecture hall and it was just a girl putting up her hair. What even
I am never taking a razor down there again. He'll have to love me as I am.
So much easier to puke and rally now that my gluten's under control
we are the apple cider girls!
The smell of mosquito spray completely ruined the sex.
How many nights in 2015 can we have no one get injured, run away crying, or get into a brawl?
He's a real gentleman. At least he tried to flush my closet's handle after he pissed in it.
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