I think the phrase "baptist college" should be an oxymoron.
We need a plan...
Find random men. Use them as sexual objects. There's our plan.
Not sure. We'll pass out on that bridge when we stumble to it.
EVERYONE CAN HEAR YOU FUCKING YOU ARE IN A TENT
I'm eating a piece of cake like an apple. At least my thought process is healthy.
I look like a zombie and smell like a stripper. Its gonna be a good day.
I refuse to apologize. Any dick that comes that close to my face uninvited is gonna get bit
I made out with a guy because he ate a grape lollipop and he tasted delicious... not my proudest moment.
It's 3 am and I'm buying cat food and batteries for my vibrator. Good thing I shaved my legs for this.
Yeah, first date. First take a pic of him to circulate around for your friends and than have him fill out a short penis questionnaire. Seems completely legit to me.
Your normalization of crazy is frightening.
I spent two entire hours explaining to a guy why I wouldn't make out with him. How was your night?
They had like literally all the dildos. It looked like a seance for dick. I left the apartment and haven't been back.
After I spend a passionate night with my vibrator, I have to awake and face my stuffed animals. Their beady eyes are full of shame and disappointmet. I can't deal with that level of judgement.
He dicked me, fed me creme brulee, and didn’t make a big deal out of me causing a flood to come outta my vagina
Marry him NOW
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