It's a Lindsey's Going to Jail Theme party.
He won't let me have sex with him, but feels bad if I won't let him get me off. It is the weirdest, best, most confusing pseudo relationship I've been in.
Just took my birth control pill next to the cubicle where we had sex last semester.
This guy either needs to stop touching me or buy me another drink.
For someone only wearing socks and a cast, I felt reallyy overdressed
They were taking shots out of the caps of perfume bottles. This is too much for me.
Or maybe my penis is just the key to their locked boxes of crazy, and I unleash their wrath upon all of mankind just so I can get my nut off
its like a catch 22, sucks that you've stopped, but its like a vagina high five
Then she looked me straight in the eyes and asked me if I missed my foreskin. Weirdest conversation ever.
You made out with him a lot. Almost as much as you told everyone Paul was the zamboni guy.
Did body shots with a guy... Ended up being the ref of my volleyball game... So that's why we won
do you ever look at a card in your wallet and reminisce about all of the drugs youve done with it?
When are your genitals available?
You cuddled up under the blanket because you said it smelled like Santa and vodka.
Fuck your fuckin pumpkin spice. You and your subtle differences frighten and disgust me.
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