i lost my life and panties somewhere between the 15th and 16th round of slap the bag.
States back in the final four. Now our sunday night drinking has purpose. Sparty on baby.
and apparently i was drunk enough to follow up with "I'd let me touch your boobs" ... not my best line.
The last thing i remember was high fiving everyone on the planet.
I'll be honest, not actually surprised to find half a Big Mac box and bits of broken security glass by the sofa.
She drove all the way from Austin to have sex with me. I think it's a safe assumption my dick will have an easy life in college.
I sent him pictures of just me in my thong and he replied "you're so sweet, you make me feel special <3".... Oh.
We legit stopped the the game so that Jamie and I could throw up in the bushes, and then continue to play intramurals... this is what my life is coming to1
Ok in all seriousness. Alcohol intake is now restricted for me. I found handcuffs in my trunk.
Just gave my thesis presentation, pretty sure I made out with the admissions woman last night.
While we were having sex he asked me if I wanted to get wingstop after. I think I found my future husband.
We smoked weed. AS A FAMILY. IT WAS BEAUTIFUL.
I knew deleting his texts was a bad idea and I was right. I just used the last time we talked to help me figure out when I had my last period
She said my mask was creepy, took it off with her teeth, and proceeded to bite my neck. I love vampires.
Why do so many fanfic writers want to see hockey players get pregnant?
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