I've come to the conclusion that as a grad student I would much rather prefer to get laid then get drunk
I think you know full well that a few years ago my stance was the polar opposite
I was on top riding him and his friend walks in and watched for a minute before he realized what was going on
I cant talk right now they are about to fuck again
they said he just opened the front of his shirt and threw up alll over himself
Absence makes the cock grow harder.
You told them to let you give him stitches claiming you were a certified nurse because you've taken plant biology classes
He was visibly upset that you'd rather eat nachos than have sex with him.
he just flipped me off the bed, said "deal with it", and came on me.
She made me sing happy birthday to myself at the urinal.
Let me stew on this while im plucking my nipple hairs and showering.
If he breaks up with me, your job is to keep me drunk and make sure I don't sleep with anyone. Ok?
Do you think I shall pursue this journey to the center if the dick?
In two separate occurrences, I could have avoided getting my heart broken, and chlamydia, all with a left swipe.
Finals week game: One shot for every psychological trauma I've been through that I have to explain in detail. Man I hate my major sometimes.
I haven't answered because I haven't figured out a polite way of saying fuck no
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