I've come to the conclusion that as a grad student I would much rather prefer to get laid then get drunk
I think you know full well that a few years ago my stance was the polar opposite
No dude, you can't hot box a bus shelter.
i crunched every chip from the dorito bag and poured it in the vase. never again will i have to deal with cool ranch fingers.
He just did a 33 second keg stand with a fractured leg, busted chin and chipped teeth from running into a parked car after winning a race.
would it be subtle enough if I played birthday sex on repeat while I may or may not be stripping?
If i spent $300 & took that thing home i would hate myself today.
They walked in to the store, ripped up the phone book, and left. Can we get on their level?
He gave me an orgasm before we even reached 2nd base, everything he did in high school is irrelevant.
All I can remember is posting my chicken burger in the post box. Postman is in for a treat.
His new place is a molesden. Like a hole in the ground. It's frightening how oddly private it is.
It rubs the lotion on it's foreskin...
Impressive. I've never gotten straight denied and then chased the guy naked out of my own apt. I'll remember that next time.
.It's like gods test of willpower against vaginal comfort
he was like tryna hang and chat and I was like dude there's an iguana in this room
I've got two reasons for you to come over later and one of them is pierced.
I think/hope James is drunk. He's standing in the front lawn loudly declaring "I AM a popsicle!" Over and over....
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