I stood up and a chip flew out of my shirt and landed in the chip dish. I just walked away.
I hate this i feel like im wasting my youth here. I should be off hooking up with boys around the world and having awkward next morning convos in different languages!!
i cant remember past the part when we filled his tub with skittles.
All four of us managed to throw up in the same bathroom at different times during the night. I think we'll get along great living together.
You don't have to be drunk! I've licked your asshole before
they esentially rejected my mermaid threesome offer:(
My hanfda are one with the u niverse and I am cirretnly inhaling a couch
I'm not sure how many more innuendos I can slip into this fucking conversation before I just blatantly say "I want to fuck you."
His morals are debatable, but his heart or perhaps his penis is in the right place.
His penis is crooked. Right place? Maybe he starts there, but then he slants.
Was my shirt on fire at any point last night? Because I'm fairly sure my shirt was on fire.
Can we talk about the fact that a stranger is doing a line of coke off our living room table right now?
On another note I am sitting in my bed naked, buzzed, and working on a notecard for my 8:00am test tomorrow. I think I need to make better choices.
At least your nickname is not Plunge Slut and that nickname is not in a published thesis work
rock bottom is drinking straight vodka from a protein shaker, singing one direction and crying alone in your room. exams.
She looked like a cross between Jesus and John Lennon. So I fucked her. I feel majestic and powerful.
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