I wouldn't call it sex. It's like when you put a plug in a socket half way. It's not all the way in but it still turns on the light.
did you mean anything you said last night? i just wnna know
no
Last night drunk me texted a sure to be hungover me my class schedule and locations for today. I'm like a mom preparing her child for the first day of school
The extent of my physical activity is running from the cops.
It would be celebrated in history as "the orgasm heard round the world"
And we should impose a 'friends don't let friends order 25 shots at last call' rule
I think we can all look back on last night and categorize it under, " reason why Cory can't be left at the bar by himself"
Getting stoned at work has never been a good idea, but im always more than willing to give it another chance
Strip mythology. Everyone wins. Most of all me.
My left boob kept making random appearances last night.
so an orgy is about to happen in the next room if you wondered where i am currently at in life
As I took my shirt off he commented on how great my boobs where. I responded with "thanks, I grew them myself"
I don’t know what he is but he sure can suck a lollipop.
Does this cleavage amount say, “Fuck it, I’m over dating, let’s just fuck?”
My horoscope should say: you're an alcoholic, get help today, Pisces
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