I don't want to talk about it. He was like the Little Engine that couldn't get me off.
so they made cookies with their faces printed on them...I ate jaime...she tasted like poop
so i woke up this morning covered in mail. none of it is mine.
I can't ever handle being "that girl" again. At least not until next semester.
all the sharp corners in my house are covered with litter foam blocks. al set for partying
Is it weird being in the house without any roommates?
Nah, just masturbating louder
....I found a picture of what appears to be the underneath side of the barstool (taken from the floor) and to top that, 9 pictures of the ceiling. Also, did I mention there's a picture with us posing with a pregnant lady at the bar?! WELP
Btw, just wanna point out that you've hooked up with two guys whose birthdays are today. Congratulations, you have a type!
I consider my hand a solid 5. So if I'm dipping below a 7.5, I might as well go with old faithful.
I've made out with more people in 2014 than I did the whole fall semester
No, the high point was when you stood on a chair and shouted you were the god of tits and wine.
I'm dangerously close to tossing this whole "morals" bullshit and swan-diving into the fuckboy lifestyle.
My hands smell like penis... I can't even remember the last time i touched a penis, but my hands say i did. Oh the mystery.
Can I just swipe right on his dad?
He has to be employed and covid free. That’s my standard. I can’t be picky. 2020 has killed my sex life.
Randomize
