it felt great physically, but AWFUL morally.
I just learned in bio that our sole purpose for life is to have sex.. so your high number is acceptable. its actually lacking.
Apparently everytime he put me down to bed I escaped out the window, I faintly recall climbing into the canoe in the back yard, and air paddling.
Also just realized how inappropriate it looks to other drivers to finish bottles of cheap champagne at stoplights
I'm sorry for coming into your work place and trying to smuggle you out in my purse.
So last week was the 4th time a girl cried after sex. I'm seriously doing something wrong
i want to get drunk and sing the national anthem on your roof again please.
she worked me into her spring break cardio plan. im mondays and wednesdays.
i think this is the gayest thing you've ever shown me. and i'm pretty sure you've sent me pictures of a dude sticking his dick in a horse's nose.
siamese drinking twins saturday is a go ... bring duct tape.
We would be rich. And the whole world would be stoned.
I mean, it was a fun hookup and he's cute and whatnot, but he wouldn't go down on me. Plus he's a republican. Idk why but those things feel like they go hand in hand.
Tis the season to play Pocahontas! (AKA: Eat a bunch of acid and run around the yard barefoot, the first person to see the colors of the wind, wins!)
Okay, since we're going to be living together and I'm obviously better than you at everything, I have one single simple rule that I want you to follow: DO. NOT. FUCK WITH ME.
getting my period the day i moved was my bodies way of saying 'congratulations youre not leaving town with anybodies babies!'
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