Somehow I feel more guilty using her razor then I do having sex with her boyfriend...
i'm moving back early just in case the freshmen need a tour of the school
oh right the one that ends on your bed
September 16th, captains log. I awoke in a daze, not sure of my location
He left with a pair of dress shoes, some goggles, and a shot glass. I think we should follow him.
it is entirely possible that the police will be knocking on the door in 25 minutes
guess who's eating a vending machine cheese danish, has no panties on, and is still the classiest bitch at this bus stop?
I was still in a towel. We hadn't even started drinking yet and the champagne bottle dropped and exploded literally up into my vagina.
When he left he said something to the effect of "well now that I've been used..." I think he may be on to me.
After last night, I've decided I will now bang only men who professionally ride things for a living. I will accept jockeys, cowboys, bullriders, and pro bicyclists who lie and say they're bullriders.
i feel like there is just so much pressure to sex him up, its like the weight of the world is on my vagina.
Can you rollerblade?
No, why?
Honestly, I was high and picturing us roller blading together. I wanted to see if I could make my dreams a reality.
I snapchatted him nudes and he didn't screenshot a single one of them because he's a gentleman.
I'm still home, my life isn't together. Currently drying my pants
Justin has passed out on the toilet in a locked stall. Stay tuned for pics.
OHMYGOD YOU REALLY THINK I'D BE ON OPRAH?!
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