we were both hunting dick last night. it ended terribly for both of us.
we've reached the level in our friendship where i don't think he would rape me
its official now. im not pissing on secret service cars with a senators inside anymore.
Last night I got a napkin with 4 names & numbers: Katie, Ellen, Kylie...and Brandon.
our school mascot just walked into class and threw condoms everywhere. welcome to college
you came back at 4am in a suit jacket and a half eaten burrito...
I want a meaningful relationship and i wont get one if i keep giving him blow jobs in my basement while watching family guy.
Robbie told me you spent 10 mins discussing the curl in his hair and that you said "with that curl in your hair, you'll go far"
We found her. She's owling on the sink in the bathroom.
I left my coke in the bird nest in the bathroom stall last night but I found it nest and all in my purse I love morning suprises
All I know is I want him to tie me up at least twice a week and I have an overwhelming urge to cook for him. Could this be love? I'm so confused....
Turns out floaties are a great thing after a couple bottles of vodka
I was looking at our sex bingo and pretty much every single row or column has at least one kind of person that is harder to find than all the rest
We've made things harder for ourselves
The struggle will be part of the fun
He kept screaming "I am the thunder!" when he was riding me.
The dentist walked in on me trying to bottle some laughing gas to take home with me. That high.
Randomize
