no, I didn't make it. Instead, i watched VH1 for... 13 hours? I use the question mark because I was using Flavor Flav's clocks to tell time after the first 3 hours.
I gave the naked guy in the hotel hall a pop tart. He stopped crying.
I took the chef home. His dick even tasted like garlic
its all coming back to me in waves....waves of humiliation and nausea.
We made a bong out of a plastic football. I can honestly say we make a good team.
These bathrooms are miraculous. I'd love to have sex in here. Wow. I've peed 5 times.
The goal for tonight is vagina. In and around. Doesn't matter who. How. Or why.
All I could think when I saw it was, "All right, Vagina, only one of us is getting out of this alive."
First week back and I made to one class, its gonna be okay after all.
I imagine I kinda look like a banana with one boob out.
Well am going to a strip club before sun down, I dont think anything good can come from that.
His exact words were "Can I meet your vagina?" I kept wondering if he was going to try to shake hands with it...
White girls? They're everywhere. In packs. Drunk white girl packs.
He somehow always manages to get me naked within 5 minutes of being together. It's like fucking witchcraft.
I told him he had to put his dick inside of me at approx 1159 to ensure it was birthday sex. i was 19 when he entered me.. came out 20. winning.
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