Oh yes. The girl who wanted me to watch her pee.
Just put a picture of dead dolphins on her wall...told her the oil spill was her fault.
No, we have matured. We've stopped having sex in front if his room mate.
And I can taste the vodka through my ears. Good god.
He smashed a plastic chair leg on a tree stump, threw himself into the side of our metal enclosure, stomped on the wreckage for a bit and then punched the fire.
At a party. It smells like teen pregnancy and sadness in here.
I'm off the liquor
You're forefathers are ashamed of you. They didn't struggle to make it to America so that you could become a soft dick
I think the name vodka for a girl is amazing
It was the textbook our-balls-touched-while-engaged-in-a-threesome-with-our-bosses-wife conversation.
It amazes and alarms me I'm not shocked to read that.
We did it in the bathroom in Taco Bell. We didn't buy anything before we left, which I thought was rude.
It looks like I colored my belly button red at some point
What we have is to special to throw away over a woman who spreads her butt cheeks on a pool table for me...
Meant to have fun, ended up giving speech about consent to guy at bar. Feminist side feels happy. Orgasms side feels confused and betrayed.
If I don't quit picking up guys when I'm drunk, I'm going to need a vagina transplant.
I need to align my fucking chakras
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