best part, i was ridiculous and none of them were judging me bc they didn't want my vagina. it was like i was a pretty painting
my feelings for you are synonymous with those of a grizzly bear and salmon. i don't want to nom on you; but i need you to survive
This gyro tastes like lonliness
The only thing I really remember is repeating "I hope I still have a job on Monday". Oh and pulling my boob out of my dress.
So I take it the company Christmas dinner went well then...
He said he wouldn't use a condom because he didn't want to kill anymore trees.
He fucked a girl named Oreo... He deserved syphilis.
It wasn't like a party or anything. They played PlayStation and talked about sports. Then I threw up on his porch.
We just took back to back grav bong hits and are playing battleship. She guessed Z - 12 so weve switched board games.
Face washed and sleeping pill taken. Here's hoping for a more sex filled tomorrow.
You made out with him a lot. Almost as much as you told everyone Paul was the zamboni guy.
should i save it for someone special or be a feminist and be like "my vagina doesnt define me"
The last thing I remember is talking to the firefighter next to me and he was giving me fruit.
Ran into my statistics professor at the bar, he chugged a car bomb and yelled "x bar mothfucker!". On average I'm loving this PhD program.
Are we DOING anything for lunch...if sex is involved, let's just be straight forward and stop wasting the first half hour! We just need to get to the point
We're at an agreement where I don't pry and she pretends blissful ignorance
Randomize
