I was just at the urinal, started to go, then farted, then said oh yea out loud, then heard someone move in the stall behind me
I would blow Magic Johnson for a pack of lucky strikes right now. Post-hiv.
I'm getting the same feeling waiting for the web-page to load that has my final grades that I get when I take a pregnancy test. I think I'm gonna leave my computer for 3 minutes.
Get everyone out of their dorms and watch 3 girls do the walk of shame from my room.
i figure i've seen his cum stains on the floor, i'm allowed to say these things.
laying naked on couch sucking water through straw. i can still feel the orgasm from last night. thank you mdma.
There is an empty space on my boobs where glow paint should be.
Let me shower first- i smell like sex and rock climbing (not so sure how that happened)
I'm having flashbacks from last night. Did I admit to pausing Whitney's funeral because I was watching porn? I believe I did.
Saturday morning. Went into a study room excited b/c some1 had left a paper w/ an inspirational quote: YOU ARE cApable of aChieving anything yoU waNT. Then I read the bold letters.....
There is a glee sing along. It's on random and they know them all. Like, the specific glee timings and pauses. I need to leave. I need to escape
My Sundays are fucking awful. Can't get a blow job.....can't get a win.
Okay so my roommate deals some drugs so whenever he leaves we can hook up, be ready
I didn't know I was the on call booty call damn
All three of the bartenders here have screwed my boss, so he's definitely gay. Unfortunately for you he seems to have a type and you're not it.
Now I know Sunday Funday means fucking till you loose your voice.
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