He jizzed my face. I had to ask for a washcloth. He ran his underwear under the water and handed them to me. Not so romantic.
It is obvious to me now why clam chowder & beer aren't a good combo.
hahaha he is wasted in math class right now and is drawing all the planets in order from the sun
He told me he was 'pondering the natural wonder that is my ass'
Like, dude. I'm already fucking you, you don't need to wax poetic.
Isn't he wasted enough that he might actually mean it and not just be trying to get you to fuck him without a condom?
I am moving slowly w him. I havent even masturbated to him yet.
Just had a flash back. Pretty sure i ate toilet paper last night.
Just think, this time last Cinco de Mayo you were holding me up and finding me passed out in the yard of that house.
Our suitemates are shrooming again. I left a less colorful dress hanging on the door, change before you come in because purple is making Maeve cry.
Do I need to take a photo of my sister's enlarged and disgustingly dark nipples to scare you into protection? DO I?
Ugh why does it have to be margarita Monday. Why can't it be pants off dance off beer pong but with jager Monday.
Btw I'm currently writing a paper in a beer garden. Be proud.
Also, if asking a guy to come over and watch curling with you doesn't scream let's fuck then idk what does
i just watched a 27 minute video about owls...that high.
He just told me my boobs made up for all the bad things that had ever happened to him. I'm definately having sex with him again.
I must be pretty memorable. I was walking past this dude and he goes "There's the Scotch Girl." I have ZERO clue who he is, but I'm definitely the Scotch Girl.
Randomize
