New thing to add to the list of never wanted to talk about with my grandma: sweating in ur crouch and vag area
So there is a guy driving a robot around the college of engineering selling energy drinks
he's like a stage 5 clinger and he won't even fuck me. he has to be gay. my personality isn't really THAT great.
In a car. Threw up in my mouth. Haven't said a word in 10 minutes.
We're sitting in his room writing songs about America. There's a verse about a dead dog. There's tequila everywhere.
Thanks for pulling me out of the bed by my feet atleast one of us was sober enough to know I had work at 5 am.
I just took my birth control on the way to class with a 1/2 melted jello shot I happened to find in my purse from Friday night. I told you I was going hard this year.
But seriously he was like a god with his hands. My vagina feels annointed.
In times of desperation, never...NEVER put green apple scented hand sanitizer on your vagina.
You were all "think outside the box, inside the bag!" as you filled your camelback with beer.
Yea we just broke up
so do we start sexting now or later?
Things I have learnt this week: bubble mix is toxic. Extremely toxic.
He smells like cinnamon, and what I imagine to be orgasms
Laziness has hit a new level. I'm out of clean sexy underwear and meeting a boy tonight so I'm having a thong delivered via post mates.
wanna see your best friend chug a bottle of steak sauce?
please go to sleep
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