I lost of the blow last night. Found it later in my bag labeled Fairy Dust.
on a related note, did you know that the fire alarm in our apartment talks?
I just masturbated to the audio from my psych lecture . . . this screwing my prof fantasy is getting serious.
I feel like I just walked the hall of shame thru the marriott. Everyone stared.
I think it was the shoes and limping. Not the sex. I could b wrong.
How do you feel about fucking me quick and then me leaving to go do arts and crafts?
I think i smell like relationship. That's my problem.
Did I mention I should never take 5 Xanax and drink?
I sort of figured that out when I found you sitting on the roof of your house saying we could get in through the skylight while I called the locksmith.
I no longer see him as a simple set of male genitalia attached to a very sexy body. The title "trophy fuck" seems wrong. Damn.
He equated my biology degree to a belief in Santa. I wonder if he heard the doors to my vagina clanging shut.
It's a drunk scavenger hunt.
Everything on the list counts for double points if done naked.
I think id rather titty fuck an A cup than deal with what happened tonight again. shits depressing
I know it's anime porn but I promise you the guy looks like Fred Durst
We set around a table in a hotel room and he spoon fed Molly to everyone there... I felt sketch for sec but then... Oh well.
Of course I'm using oj as a mixer, its flu season.
I made a White Russian but saw how early it was and decided to substitute it for milk in my lucky charms. This is what it means to be an adult.
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