dude i woke up in a pile of chocolate chips. this has to stop happening
So for a second i just thought clitoris was a disease.
I found out why we traded puke covered dresses in the bathroom.
You're barking up the wrong lesbian.
I figured that I'd start organizing the places ive given head. I'll add treehouse right after bandroom
I don't know what to tell you, usually I would just ask if they'd like to meet the captain. If you can't get laid it's your problem.
No, i will not have sex with him again. It felt like he was trying to bulldoze his way through me. My vagina is on strike.
WE COULD TOTALLY DO ECSTASY AND GO TO THAT CAT SHELTER OFF OF BROADWAY.
Its not even real halloween yet. This extremely toxic yet briliant costume is going to kill me
Settled one third of the tab. Am going back for sex. Love you, make friends
I'm either a high functioning alcoholic or I'm making the most of the fact that this is the last year that its socially acceptable to be black-out drunk five days a week.
No I kepy moaning and just called out a name to make them believe I was actually having sex instead of masturbating.
He's driving 2 hours to visit me and he's bringing weed. I love him so much.
They say find what you're good at... Evidently that's showing up late for everything, drinking, and eating cheese for me.
he'll eat me out, but god forbid we double dip when sharing salsa
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