so i had a choice between studying for my physics test on fluid dynamics or spend the night with my girlfriend. hello doubletasking.
Apparently I was playing rock paper scissors against myself for 2 hours in the bathroom mirror.
So, apparently, "i expected your penis to be bigger" isn't good pillow talk.
We pinky-swore to never fuck each other again.
On an unrelated note: I'm also a big advocate of the "never waste a boner" theory.
I don't like him near enough to give up day drinking AND my prostitute costume
I'm a gymnast. they should know better than to let me get dunk near anything i can flip on
Just found a pack of birth control on the corner of Oakland and Thomas, so if your desperate its up for grabs.
Went to the elf storage building to help him get his old dresser. Found his brother's stash in the drawer and ended up passed out w him on the mattress in there instead.
can i bring anything?
Any of the following: Sex doll, side dish, fruits/vegetables that look like dildos, beer
is there a theme i should know about?
I'm actually kinda upset that we didn't consider velcro-ing detachable capes to our clothes before this moment.
Also, two points for knowing me well enough to know I definitely would put the moves on his brother.
i feel like if my pee,blood, or vomit is on it...it should belong to me by default. can we make that a rule?
You kept singing "your gonna lose that girl" to him right in front of her.. of course you got punched in the face.
I didn't really understand how big 10 inches is. Now I know.
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