Just went to my life planning class. The professor has a braid going halfway down his back and an earring.
i dont know you, but i just did a line with your business card.
So theres a slight possibility i may not graduate according to planned because i was out getting laid instead of studying. And im okay with that.
This guy legit just tried to LSAT formal logic his way into my pants. Contrapositives and everything.
I was changing in front of my window and my neighbor text me saying, "nice pubes."
I'm the only one who goes to a bar and leaves with an extra twenty bucks and a pumpkin.
SORRY BITCH CAN'T, TAKING SHOTS TO WHITNEY HOUSTON.
He was just lying on the living room floor watching Star Wars with six empty pack of cigarettes and two empty cases of beer.
In his defence I guess I did take the bed, couch and dining room set in the breakup.
I was looking at our sex bingo and pretty much every single row or column has at least one kind of person that is harder to find than all the rest
We've made things harder for ourselves
The struggle will be part of the fun
You're dick is like the main character. It needs its own picture.
He is a sex God. It lasted more than an hour, and I don't remember how many times I came. I lost count at 57.
He's very cute and has a totally sit-able face.
Ha! Just garden hosed my vag and thought of you.
It's okay to admit that you're into redheads.
So she was amazing, that's what. Idk if it was the blow or the blowjob, but both my heads are still tingling.
Randomize
