I'm going to an arts college, I live next to the frat houses, and my room number is 420. god has plans for me and I couldn't be happier.
Now that the fun of having an iPhone has worn off I find that using screen as a coke tray is by far my favorite app
He keeps asking where i got my clothes and accessories. i'm not sure if he wants to fuck me, or go shopping.
Seriously, let me lead the intervention, my parents did like three with me. I know how it works.
They have beer in plastic boots. How am I supposed to resist that?
I'm just gonna be the bigger person here and say I want you inside me
I woke up at 4 am to my roomate peeing all over my clean laundry. He thought he was in the bathroom and yelled at me for being in the bathroom with him while he was peeing.
One of us will probably end up wearing nothing but glow/ neon body paint and a pair of water wings...
And I am in no way ashamed to say that it will most likely be me. I'm hoping for it actually.
Please. I don't care how shitty his fake life story was. As horny as I was I just wanted the prettiest man possible in case I accidentally got pregnant. He had blue eyes.
When I said tequila slammers would be the death of me, I didn't intend it to be today. Oh god.
We're only going to be this young and this cute but for so long. And how often is it that a pack of Albanian law students is in your house?!
He's a real gentleman. At least he tried to flush my closet's handle after he pissed in it.
All I want is some guy to eat me out while I work on grad school things then go on his way
Why do I like him? He literally has no redeeming qualities.
tell me about the fingering
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