dude chill. it wont be anything like your seventh grade birthday party.
Shoot me. Guy hitting on me with a beaver on his head. Says it is his spirit animal.
All I remember was after sex she kept trying to take pictures of my dick "for memories"
our conversations pretty much only consist of the phrase 'fuck you'. and the sex is fantastic. we've got a great thing going here.
Best part: she drunkenly told me I'm dangerous then slurred to my parents that I should watch out in case I fall in love with her. Then she mounted a pinata
He came on my face. Threw a towel at me. Stole my weed. And left. I thought this would be over after we graduated?
just saw someone in just a bathrobe not even tied shut run to the bathroom with a facefull of cum. Someone had a good night
My vagina is not really on board with my "emotional issues"
Just once, I'd like to hook up with a girl that doesn't look like she's having a near-fatal seizure when I give her an orgasm.
By the way seagulls wings are very soft. And the lesbian and or by sexual twins say hello. Be home in the little bit time frame.
Dude I thought she was trying to turn my dick inside out
I think I just did my first walk of shame. He sent me home with a watermelon from his farm. Southern one night stands.
he came over last night and we fucked with the great british baking show on in the background. it was beautiful
Okay, but that still doesn't explain all the glitter in my puke.
Let's just say when I woke up I was still drunk. My hangover hit me around noon so I chilled w my dad and took a bath and shower at the same time. You just can't do that at college
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