the choice between paying your electricity bill and getting herpes medicine is a tough one.
drunk making out is the fucking beeeest. specially when it's your exboyfriend
I wonder if you'll be as excited about this as you are now tomorrow morning.
creepy tank top guy is at campus health. he's hitting on a girl recovering from a panic attack.
she looks like one of those semi-pretty girls that turns into a 9 while she's riding your cock like she's trying to catch a train on horseback.
Walking into the first day of college is like walking into a meat market. A meat market of sex.
I like how our relationship transcends the borders of inappropriateness and encompasses all the colors of the inappropriate rainbow.
This is not a costume party, I'm just wearing fairy wings.
Of course you are.
He won't leave and I need to take a shit and vomit, quite possibly at the same time.
After we had breakup sex it took him longer to say goodbye to my boobs than it did to me...
once he tried to wake me up from my hangover nap to have sex, that's when things went downhill. he had to go.
I wish I knew the extent of my injuries before I climbed over the fence. Might have avoided the need to purchase a cupholder for my wheelchair.
I just want him to go down on me while I eat a burger. Is that too much to ask?
Hungover. No words. Just memes.
He motorboated me, gave me a business card congratulating me on my motorboat, then disappeared into the night.
Find him and marry him.
So I realize somewhere between mildly irritated and outright belligerently pissed is where you are, but as to location, where are you?
Randomize
