I really like him. That's why I'm having sex with someone else, so he doesnt think i'm a slut.
i googled "the goonies drinking game." i may be alone, but i'm living the college dream.
He just bought a 100-pack of condoms of Amazon. My vagina is already tired.
also. he gave me a foot massage during 69ing when i got a cramp. he's a winner.
the igloo is complete. bring your weed and the hat with the floppy ears
I am assuming I was his dirty Mardi Gras mistake and I can live with that
Maybe. This hangover is made of nightmares and that thing from the Alien movies.
Passed out on the bench in the men's bathroom. Feel much better now.
Broeke and glass. I feel so and. Appilogixe in morbing.
Are there any plans to where i might need to be dressed semi-nicely or is it a "pants optional" weekend?
Did she owns a vibrator that will set off seismic activity.
The fact that I am laying in bed on my stomach with an ice pack on my rump is a clear indication that I am no longer in my carefree 20s
I am never drinking with the goths again.
I'm not big on drama but you need to put your pants on and leave.
the person she was housesitting for had a christmas card from charlie sheen on the fridge so we fucked on the couch and just slept in the bed
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