If he comes back to you and I'm left alone in lonelytown I'm totally going to poo on your car.
Is it proper Ass-Fingering-Etiquette to tell her u felt her poop or just pretend it didn't happen?
So, right as I'm cumming, I pull out and go "PYEW PYEW" like Star Wars lasers. Best part is, I missed her completely.
she was home schooled till college. were she learned how to give the most amazing blowjobs is still a mystery.
The waitress bought us a round. She said if anyone could do 52 margarita mondays in a row, it was us.
But fine, we can play that game. You can come over and we can have totally platonic, long, boring discussions. Or we can fuck. Whatever.
Me either. I want to get 'chase a stray cat through the neighborhood in my hooker heels' drunk. And it's your birthday, so you have to get 'best friend holding your hair while you puke in the bar bathroom and cry about your life' drunk. In a feather boa.
so she gave me back a bag of clothing, had some boxers in it...they werent mine.... well that sums up 5 years of my life
all i've had to eat today is leftover bday cake and a shot of tequila.
welcome to college.
Btw when I was saying "fuck you" I meant it like "be quiet beautiful princess"
But forealz I'm gonna need a solid 52 orgasms so hydrate.
Just remember: We don't tell our English professor about our fetishes unless she specifically asks about them.
Mid-fucking he screams "YOU CAN'T VOTE FOR TRUMP"
just call my name and ill be there, if we are puking, beating up bitches, or pickin up men, OR avoiding wierd men, so many situations require a wingman
not only did I call my ex crying but drunk me also deleted the phone log so I had no warning when I saw him in class
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