I think that we as people have rights and that we should at the very least be warned before being subjected to Fergie
I wouldn't necessarily call it an addiction, more of a passion. I'm habitually passionate.
i guess it wasn't a booty call since he got home from the club at 6:00 am... he told me to consider it morning sex
listening to the two girls in the next stall finish a 40 and laugh at this guy they both fucked. they're calling him 'tulip dick'.
On campus. Grown men in women's sexy bee costumes. Complete with legwarmers. This cannot be real life.
I'm trying to find candidates for my winter break hook up. I'm going to hold auditions thanksgiving break.
Well, my nose won't stop bleeding from really bad cocaine and my purse is full of plastic gold coins. Also, someone saved in my phone as "tyrannosaurus sex" won't quit texting me. Savannah won. Let's put it that way.
Hey, don't think you remember me but we met last night. I'm conducting a survey this morning its only one question: Have you seen Rob since 1am?
New game I thought of while bored on the train. Anytime I get a text from an ex, I will randomly text a different ex. It's like a less charitable version of pay it forward.
I've come to the conclusion all of your awkward and complicated male encounters could easily be intercepted by a man town Yankee candle and a vibrator. Sleep on that tell me your thoughts in the morning. Sweet dreams.
I warned you. Don't come crying to me when your vagina refuses to forgive you for this.
Im blaming it on six shots of Jack, loneliness and a chemical imbalance. That's the best I can think of...
Being an adult is fun. You can experience a break up, then go fuck someone else in the woods.
I have more important things to worry about than you drowning your cheerios in tequila.
He's a waste of a perfectly good penis.
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