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.
So, it's like build-a-bear for your vag?
I caved and texted him. But it's strictly drug dealing business so it doesn't count.
I just saw a like a 30 person deep walk of shame... it was like the million man march but with dorm chicks
his genitalia just looks like a thumbs up. a really really small thumbs up.
I swear I could audibly hear her vagina slam shut when you walked up to hit on her.
Also managed to rip my pants and set myself on fire. And oddly enough I'm still not ready to ask for 2010 back.
We got the idea to smoke under his bed because, and I quote, "it'd be just like going camping"
And then he told me he was too tired for me to suck his dick. Physically and mentally too tired for me to suck his dick. What the fuck?
I went commando last night, then accidentally flashed a police van...They acknowledged it.
I feel like telling him your vigina was older than him was not a good pick up line.
He wouldn't let me leave his house until he made me orgasm once for every year I've been alive. The birthday sex song did not prepare me for this.
Black out Jordan is making huge strides. I didn't even pee on anyone or anything last night.
This guy smelled his armpits before trying to approach me at the bar
Come back. Shots need mouths.
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