I don't know what's more sad: The fact that he fingered the side of my leg, or the fact that the side of my leg feels like a vagina.
i woke up with a shirt on. the kids in my daycare group had a lot of questions when i took off my shirt at the pool to reveal "property of brittany" written on my chest and an arrow pointing to my dick.
For the whole 7 seconds I lasted, I was in heaven.
you never know, standards drop, they turn gay, shit happens.
I hope that he knows just because i pissed in his bed doesn't mean were together.
you figure out which one you wanna sleep with, & I'll sleep with the other one. problem solved
No matter what you may say to me. You will still be the guy that managed to get his own cum in his hair.
You were yelling at the bowl of salad and telling it to quit taunting you and telling you to go to tacobell
And for those of you keeping score at home this is the 7th time I've found Casey passed out head first in a bowl of chips at a party I didn't even know she was at
I rocked my own world, he was just a prop.
trying to figure out what happened last night by looking around the apartment.
naked man under the piano. THE PLOT THICKENS.
You can achieve whatever you wish in your imagination with some help from drugs
The logic in me says "don't text him" .But the vagina in me says "text him".
It's to the point where if a guy can so much as find my clit, I'll consider him amazing in bed
Good, but still not as good as the guy I banged in the ball crawl
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