I don't want to talk about it. He was like the Little Engine that couldn't get me off.
And hes hitting me with his balls, really hard.
its amazing how hard it is to tell vomit from stuffing the day after
The girl sitting next to me in class is writing her to-do list under the title 11/31.
i need you to recap everything for me beyond "i think i'm gonna try vodka-pong"
I havnt been this mad since the coche de Los murtos incident
Thanks for talking me down from peeing on his window last night.
I am now curious as to how you would have aimed.
Agreed. And i highly doubt it could be awkward. You do remember our introduction was a direct result of you mentioning your affinity for my genitals, right?
No memories of receiving this. Or of getting home. Or of apparently developing a taste for marmalade, which I assume is yours because I have literally never eaten it before. It's all over the kitchen. And my phone. And in my hair. Oh god I wish I wasn't on the train to work. X And sorry about the kitchen x
Go forth my little lesbian, get your gayme on
I just gave my mom some ones that look like they've probably been in some strippers cooter. Oops.
Haha. Just tell your mom not to smell them
Hey mom, most of this money I'm giving you is in ones. Don't ask why and whatever you do don't smell them.
Sounds legit to me.
You kept trying to make cocktails with my protein powder last night...
In an unrelated matter, im gonna eat you out so much later.
This feels more like a conference of all the people I've fucked in the past year.
My vibrator turned on under my pillow when I was taking a nap this morning... I nearly shit my pants.
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