I realize now. I should have just made out with everyone and anyone when I had the chance.
so we were pounding it out and someone knocked on the wall and was shouting at us
that didnt stop you
nope
jess passed out on the pong table. it was depressing until we started singing shania twain an hour later and heard her muffled voice singing along.
I just saved him in my contacts as "Has 2 kids.. don't drunk text"
the orgasm was like being thrown to the other end of reality, so getting a nosebleed from it wasnt too upsetting at that point
I need to get my pants from under your porch. People are asking questions.
Where the hell did all of these gingers come from? It's like they crawled out of their shame-caves for st Patrick's day.
You. Me. Frosting and a bed. Lets do this.
Worst part of blacking out... Waking up and having to do the teeth check
From time to time I think I'm happy for a second and then I remember how a guy stopped me from giving him head on my birthday weekend.
I remember halftime. Then I woke up in Spain. I need a drink in order to process this.
i'm pretty sure i can feel a baby kicking just looking at him. if he didnt impregnate you, you officially have an iron-clad uterus.
strip vodka pong is never a good idea. I saw into his colon when he picked up the ball off the floor
Like I blink, and he's face first in my vagina.
I better get weekly incoherent text messages or I will assume something is wrong.
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