your room smells of hookers.
And success
I just found out why they dont make table-dance tables out of glass.
I told her at least we still had each other. That's when she started crying.
your suggestions for charades were, getting sucked into an aircraft turbine, getting raped by a dolphin, and having sex with a vacuum cleaner. you got your own, and actually used a vacuum cleaner as a prop.
He gave me an orgasm with his left hand...and he's right handed. Of course he's a keeper.
I have realized now that neither the top nor bottom of a bunk bed is safe for sex....
i'll prob lay in bed. its weird not having to track my wallet down, its become such a weekly habit. i suddenly have so much free time
you closed your eyes and pointed to a cupboard..there was vodka on the top shelf. your sixth sense is amazing. plus, we convinced the foreign kid you're a booze whisperer
my friend thinks you're hot & wants to fuck you ps i'm my friend
Can't even walk I haven't tried talking but I probably can't do that either
We made out and he didn't grope me. I liked it. I felt like I was innocent again.
On the plus side, I know I'm allergic to latex now. Like really fucking allergic
I’m a coke loving, addy selling, pot smoking CRIMINOLOGY major. If there isn't irony in that I give up.
I also tried to hide a bottle of vodka in a build a bear last night so that something that happened in my life
I just watched someone put a diaper on a cat..I'm to high for this.
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