There are the 2 BIGGEST tools by me-- at our table. I hate them. But they're not ugly and I may make out with them later. And hate myself. Definitely hate myself.
I didnt believe in cockblocking untill my roomate brought home that.
Just looking for some anal play. An attempting to read atonement. The highbrow/lowbrow divide is striking.
Eventually the creepy theater major quirks will come out. Probably in bed. Like role playing as the Phantom of the Opera
...She was shooting whiskey using a turkey baster...i was horrified.
Headed to the bar now. If I smell faintly of latex and tuna, it's just the new scent I'm trying.
His IQ is so high, I swear I started ovulating when he told me the number.
Just spiked the bong with a ludens cough drop with hopes it soothes my throat after i rip it.
Marking my student's "don't do drugs" posters while simultaneously texting my dealer, is this what being a grown up is like?
Where are you on a scale from one to wasted?
Like alphabetically I'd say a v
alll i remember is comming back downstairs, his pants were off and he was aplauding me
Lets just say the phase, What a dick, has a whole new meaning at the urinals.
i now regret my decision on turning down your offer of sex in the backseat
Last night I actually told him I came with a washer and dryer
She can't take shots?!? Literally if I could list that as a skill on a resume I would
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