Dude sorry i couldnt seem to spell any words right in the texts i sent you last night
I felt like a fucking code breaker.
all I remember was being half naked drinking water on my hands and knees from her dogs water bowl.
heading to class now, facing the weekend consquences
when i woke up this morning i blew my nose and ash came out.. i'm not sure what to make of this.
once you get past the part where you think youre gonna die, its the most amazing drug ive ever experienced.
Tomorrow's thirsty thursday is now sponsored by the three time champion, chemisty failure. celebration starts asap.
I may wear a condom to jerk-off tomorrow knowing that my hand has touched surfaces in this bar.
As his dick went in he shouted GOAL at the top of his voice.
I world jack off literally anyone now that I'm not related to.
Dear god. Please. Please do NOT deprive yourself of dick for 90 days. Blood will spill. Wolverines will howl. I can't handle that kind of terror.
the bad thing about being great at twerking is that I'm powerless to stop myself from doing it when I'm drunk and in public.
You're seeing with your vagina, not your eyes.
I don't trust a bar IN TENNESSEE that doesn't have Jack Daniels.
I think all the guys I've fucked in my life would get along perfectly. They'd probably form an orchestra and travel the fucking world. That gives me the slightest feeling of consistency in life which is great.
So if i am talking to a guy and he sends me a pic and he is wearing Spiderman button down dress shirt.... Is it ok if i dont want to talk to him anymore?
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