I know its small, but please -- stop calling it my "weenis".
its summer. and we all know college gfs do not count in summer.
college gfs dont count ever. theyre like getting corn rows in jamaica. you feel cool at the time. then you go home and people make fun of you.
She was running around the bar, demanding everyone call her Jesus or else she would attack them like a llama. ack.
my being single is dangerous.
I'm about to tackle a 10 year old off a sea doo
i could have sworn she did an overextended split with her legs over her head but now i think it was just the drugs
Our sex bag has now been upgraded to sex luggage, with wheels, and now features a first aid kit. Game. On.
she scratched her sororities letters into my back when she was done. i think i was part of some sick game. sick twisted sexy game
possibly one of my favorite moments was wiping it off your nose after you high fived a bouncer
Do we have to do this party tonight? I'm worried my bed will miss me...
Morning! Got your 3am VM to remind you to get up for spin class and also confirm you were not murdered by the sketchy guy at brunch yesterday. So this is your literal and metaphorical wake up call.
just walked passed a black light...apparently he DID cum.
on the bright side i found your panties and the lid to the nutella
I dont even know what happened i just remember waking up with beer cans outlining my body...
Unexpected pro of the hostel though: literally down the street from Coors Field. I could literally fart on the building in five minutes.
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