we were making out and he got up to change his pants. I wonder what would happen if i took my shirt off.
on the way to work, i saw an empty wine bottle sitting in the middle of an intersection. i thought of you.
i can respect that.
his semen tasted like maple syrup. no wonder fat girls always wanna fuck him.
So there I was.....spitting on my goldfish just to keep it alive.
At least our walk of shames never included a bag of chips and a jar of queso..
He offered to drive me out of state to meet up with my fuck buddy. Like best brother in law ever.
You kept telling me how warm your bag of vomit was and asked me if i wanted to feel.
We were high as shit. We argued for like ten minutes about going to Dunkin Donuts and then just ended up rolling down hills. Thanks for the weed.
You should have heard my farts after he left. I swear one of them was a demonic voice saying, "It's coming for you, Nicole. It's coming,".
Sending emails to my new boss whilst unable to move from the toilet seat because of alcohol. Great start to a new job as a school counselor.
Well I either feel like the fat girl or very accomplished because his bed is now broken in three places
So pro tip. do not order drugs from india and then assume you know your tolerance level.
Are you going to regret this?
No I do t think so
Ok then he can enter the holy dorm temple.
I promised to leave my panties on but I didn't promise to not have sex
By the way, you totally deserve "i got a job sex".
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