Once you see the odd facial expressions and noises a guy makes while he is furiously beating off on top of you, it kind of puts things into perspective.
its a sex-hate relationship...no love involved
she made me put on a condom before giving me a handjob...this is why i hate freshmen
on the way to the hospital you kept asking if we could stop at the bar first. then you proceeded to puke out the window
I cannot even. Taco bell reception. Beers. New friends from Georgia.
He SHOWED UP to the party wearing one shoe and a dinosaur hat. He kept lifting up his shirt and asking people to bite his nipple.
I'm pretty sure I swallowed a whole condom
I'm unsure as to how you were able to snapchat me with your hands duck taped to beer, but I appreciated it nonetheless.
Fuck. I have to get my shit together by lunch. Mission impossible.
Came back with a random sweatshirt, an American flag, and a for sale sign. Mission success?
Of course I understand. Thou shalt never turn down a free meal or drink. It's one of the commandments of being a girl.
He's so sweet...I can't see him enjoying that I got injured during sex.
i'm drinking soco out of a mickey mouse cup right now. i love it when college and my childhood meet in the middle.
You spilled your drink, and we laughed so hard my boobs popped out of my shirt.
The economy isn’t reopen until I can get drunk and motorboat fake tits at lunch on a Wednesday
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