Courtney? Is that you? I have pictures of this very same night.
We didn't go..parents came home with patron wanting to play drinking games --we asked no questions
he would probably call me "ma'am" when he's inside me. people love saying weird shit inside me.
I know it may not be fiscally responsible to pregame fifty cent night, but I'm gonna go ahead and do it anyway.
i dont even mind you always shaving my pubes when i pass out, i'm starting to find it liberating.
He insisted that I looked like Kiefer Sutherland, told me he didn't know what to do about it, then hugged me awkwardly.
No, no... it's pale and surrounded by awkward, curly, red hair. It's the Ronald McDonald of penises.
Saxophones in my mind. I swear someone dosed me.
Out of curiosity, do you feel happiness for you, or sadness for ME, that you are the only one I drunk text?
The other day, he sent me a snapchat of his dick in the forest. He captioned it "nature nudes."
She left you responsible for her guinea pig for what, 3 hours? And it somehow died under your care? I will no longer trust you with so much as a beer.
the sex was good. her showing me pictures of her 4 year old daughter afterwards was not.
I find celibacy oppressive. Huge waste of my time and talents.
Is a coke binge Whole30 approved?
He showed up completely drunk with a 30 of PBR and ten cans of Spam. I like this kid.
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