Those are some awfully high standards for someone of your weight
I have "you made mistakes last night" written alllll over me.
HOnestly. That's my one goal for this whole trip. I don't give a shit about souvenirs or sand. I want penis.
he went down on me with a nose plug on, you tell me how it went
BAHHAHHAHHAHAHHA SOME ASS IS BIYING NE DRHBKS. DRUBK
If I had that in my pants Omg I would want a shirt made so everyone knew
HOLD ONTO YOUR PANTIES AND SAY GOODBYE TO THE REMAINDER OF YOUR INTEGRITY
I sliced my fucking arm open last night after margarita madness and had to drive myself to the ER. Got six stitches and a social worker came in and asked if I was abused due to my sex bruises. I literally had to tell her "don't worry, I like it rough"
He had really great hair, but he told me he's been in a psych ward three times. I mean I know I'm a psych major, but that's too much.
I asked to see his balls for medical purposes.
He's mad about lube? You know what, don't even. I'm not in the proper mindset to discuss lube.
Hypothetically speaking, at what point does fire become too much fire?
its not even a love triangle. its a love square and it has come back to haunt me
There's a hole in our hallway wall. Don't hate me. I'll fix it. It's only about the size of a beach ball. I promise to never scale walls in our apartment ever again. Don't hate me. I love you.
I always knew ther was a reason why we're best friends
Obvs our love of drugs
I like to think of it more as our love of curiosity
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