: south campus drug res life name erik. Love, tran
I found the seven page love letter I had written you. I'm sorry i was so obsessed.
Found him. He was passed out on the couch at the new place in a room full of burnt pizza smoke.
and he said i stripped him down, hand cuffed him to his bed post, and tickled his arm pits, and then continued to watch The Hangover.
Just asked the bartender if I could use the register to see my grades.
So far we've hooked up on a pool table, on a public bathroom counter and now in a little league baseball dugout. We haven't even made to a house yet.
If court goes my way we are flying to Vegas.
I have vodka soaked strawberries. My latest tarot card reading hinted at a lesbian/bisexual coming out. I doubt I survive the night.
just saw sorostitutes streaking near the university president's house. thank you tequila day
Your boyfriend and I are bonding over your giant dick.
I wore my Gollum shirt. It struck up a conversation AND got him staring at my boobs. That's a win-win.
Well, I told him that it's not all about him. Then I gave him the best blow-job in the history of blow-jobs.
Fuck it, i havent messed around in half a year. I have sexual tension with a fire hydrant.
we went outside for a smoke and when we came back in you were ptfo on the floor holding the phone to your ear. Pizza pizza was on the line.
Santi's no longer allowed to buy booze in my lane. Last thing I need is a midlife crisis looking at his Id again.
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