At least I can take solace in the fact that with 8 billion some odd people in the world, at least one of them is shitting in their own car right now.
You seemed more interested in the queso dip than you were in the hand job
Everything that you guys said happened came back to me. like a tidal wave of regret.
Its like they don't get that I only talk to them before homecoming, thanksgiving, or any other time I go home. I love highschool girls.
um, yes. it's my birthday, of course there will be acid.
help me choose which girl to send myself boning to my girlfriend to make her want to break up
which one looks the most like her?
I think mounting someone proves who's house this is
I'm ultimately at thr Shariton to drink and ppssibly puke on fancy shit. Thats my story and Im sticking to it.
While I was fucking him, he grabbed a taco off his shelf and started eating it. I had taco dripped on me. I have no idea where the taco came from.
Like, he's a nice guy. But he's better at fingering than he is at speaking.
I'm sorry, but the "Hobbit Slam" has to be a sex move.
I feel like we have a good system here turning our sketchy decisions into great stories.
drying my bra with a hair dryer wasn't exactly how I had planned on starting my day.
He sent me a dick pic. I am fighting the urge to send him a "sorry for your loss" card.
There's lube on my homework. #priorities
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