Lavender boy was great at seduction and crappy in bed.
I asked him where the store BJ's was and he unzipped his pants.
nobody understood you. You kept speaking french and hiding shit in your boobs
so when we got to the frat house he had a travel sized toothpaste and toothbrush for me and gave me a pair of his shorts and a girl's sorority t shirt...something tells me he's done this before
It had been so long since my last time that it was easily a double helping of stomach pancakes. I think she was mildly impressed.
He just slept in my bed for a couple hours and asked lots of questions about gay sex. No, I do not have his number.
You were hanging upside down on the subway with your feet in the stirrup handle bars. the children were amused.
spotted: something called the tunnel of opression. i feel like if we patricipated we wouldnt even be phased or we could run it better than them
it was like vegas minus all of the penis and death threats
I'be color coordinated the clothes in my closet and my underwear drawer. I'm like an advertisement for house arrest. Help.
i mean, not my actual scene but if someone says "PARTY" ill figure it out
You will never know an awkward moment until your parents pick you up from a one night stand.
The only reason I know his name is because we wrote marriage vows in orange crayon on the back of a Walmart receipt.
Getting a lap dance from a girl you went to high school with really isn't as awkward as you'd think
And she called me out by name, nothing could have made it more awkward but it ended up not being that bad
Ahhh, the bane of our relationship.... His mediocre penis
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