i don't remember her name, but i don't need it unless we decide to hook up again. but even then, i can get away with not knowing it for a while. it's not like we have actual conversations.
It's like a choose-your-own-adventure. But the adventure is already chosen for you. And it sucks.
She had to get her inhaler in the middle of fucking...but she kept it in.
I just want a better ending for myself. Not walking around with one sock on and my bush hanging out.
It was worth having to clean the cum stains out of the carpet.
relax...and go to your happy place, which probably has a lot of dicks
He gets a blow job and all I get is a huge scar on my arm ... how is this fair?
I am definitely the only sober one on this train. And the only one not wearing a business suit. Wow, Monday Korea.
I know shes my ex. And I know she punched me in the face and stole my car to go get drunk. But it's the best sex I've ever had.
You're sick. Take pictures if you can.
Btw his name is Woody. I must be really drunk to think this is a good situation
You know, we cock-blocked like 5 people last night. It's like we're her vagina goalies
I think I just saw my socks in the parking lot.. gonna keep walking
Is it bad that whip cream tastes like sex to me?
There's something about a foam party that makes freshman want to turn their lives into full blown shit shows. And I'm ok with the fact I am one of those.
There’s a child, alone, sitting on a picnic table out there, making bird noises
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