I can't remember if we talked about feelings. Fuck you Miller High Life.
It was like doing yoga with his dick in me
i hope you realize that ur overconfidence only gave me one orgasm out of all the times we had sex. that's like a 1% success rate. u might wanna rethink how amazing you are.
walk of shame with early morning football tailgaters. niice.
...there is blood under my fingernails.
...I hope my roomates are okay.
Note to self: do not take so many shots that you sit on the floor under the bar where nobody can see you, and reach out and grab peoples crotch.
Drinking with a woman who gave an anti-drugs speech at my high school. Somehow, not surprised.
I was trying to be an adult about it and simply deal with the situation, but a bowl seemed much more comforting.
we found him. outside on the balcony, sitting on a bucket, with his pants off, swearing he was'nt taking a dump
Yeah. You can ask him out. We're just fuck buddies. My vagina will be sad but your heart can be happy.
She kept pulling joints out of her bra and asking strangers for birthday hugs.
Within the span of 10 minutes, I managed to make a slip 'n slide on his stomach, threatened to pee on him, kneed myself in the eye, and almost fell asleep on the toilet....in that order.
Probably TMI here but I just rubbed one out while listening to thunderstruck, almost ripped my dick off.
he's figured out my code; what are you doing = I haven't found a better dick yet
I consider walking to the bars and dancing my exercise and I buy doubles so my drinks r heavier so that's my arm workout
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