Conclusion from last night: Sometimes being classy isn't as fun as making out with a guy on a pooltable in a bar. Happy birthday, Canada.
He's getting better. i'm using GuitarHero to teach him how to finger me. My clit = the red tab.
I made myself breakfast and everything and then whoever's house it actually was came downstairs very upset.
Too bad you can't keep me under your desk. You'd love that wouldn't you? Massages, blowjobs, and I'd be forced to be quiet all day.
Yah, I guess one silver lining is I'd never seen a full water cooler get thrown down a flight of stairs, gotta appreciate the little things
we used the fire extinguisher you had been cuddling with to decorate the cop car while they were inside arresting everyone
Just bought the plane tickets. Light headed. Blood rush to clit oh god blue clit. Mayday mayday vagina down!
Who knew drunk me could climb a 17 story building for apple juice and sex
I wouldn't blame my organs if they just decided to quit working after this weekend
Wtf are freshmen gonna think when the first thing they see in a pale 6'4 white kid with a mustache yelling ya man and we be liming in a Trinidadian accent
Seriously, I'm making a calendar and marking off the days with little penis's
guy next to me on the train just pulled out two bottles of gin and a block of cheddar. is slowly making his way through all of them.
That was the second worst thing to happen to my asshole.
It's my birthday, dammit, and I'm getting something for free. I don't care if it's just a drink at the bar.
YOU CAN GET THIS DICK FOR FREE
Emergency thong? Check! Suspension bondage is a go!
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