it wasn't sex, it was awkward naked time.
I feel bad for the person that has to clean the dishes that I peed on last night.
i study at coffee shops because all these damn artsy people motivate me to work towards a real job.
he then started listing things that have been up his butt, never drinking in boys town again
The girl in the white might have stds. I'm strangely okay with this.
There's a big hole in the wall at the dining hall. I hope we didn't do
he paid for dinner at the eiffel tower. drinks at a bar on the champs elysees. gave me a motorcycle ride back to his house, got us heineken and then took me to park overlooking paris. where he ate me out on a park bench. still have doubts about the french?
The worst part was I wasn't conscious enough to move out of the way, I knew i was being puked on but I couldn't move.
nothing can ever be as bad as the night i blacked out, updated my fb status to i need a pity fuck and then passed out for 13 hours.
I'm going to give blood tomorrow. Prepare yourself for pictures and a cynical poem about the heart and its level of tangibility.
I think the paper my teacher just handed back to me had one of his pubes on it, I'm way too hungover for this
I was sending him tit pics while watching how to train your dragon 2. It was everything.
I already plan to donate my brain to science so they can attempt to fully understand the complexities of my existence
I've never been so excited to be bleeding from my vagina.
Oh please. Preoccupy yourself with my penis.
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