Yep. About to get on pornhub to spill some Christmas cheer
he would probably call me "ma'am" when he's inside me. people love saying weird shit inside me.
I wish the holidays was like a drive thru. Get in. Get your presents. Get out.
His drunken night ended with a "car accident" which really meant he was stuck in a toy car and pushed down the steps.
So the coke mirror was perfectly angeled at my face right when i woke up this morning. I now know how I'd look on intervention.
Oh come on. There's no way I was the only female choir student taking shots in the back room.
The guy you fucked with the lazy eye is here, im avoiding contact by texting you. But i just looked up and he recognizes me, theres no way he doesnt. I'd remember the girl who called me quasimodo all night too. Sober me feels so bad.
I just saw a commercial for God of War and heard the nickname he gave my vagina.
A gentleman never tells..... therefore i will neither confirm nor deny the attatched photos
I've known you for the past two years. You never kid about biology or alcohol.
I'm not pregnant. Security came before he could.
I'd feel bad about being drunk at the Christmas service, except for the fact that I've already had sex in this church, so this is just small change.
he could've at least fucked me twice. that's just common courtesy.
btw my frat has a search out for you. the "girl who threw up in the middle of the party" but it was on some fat girls. so thank you.
I used my mad pharmacist skills to turn ordinary birth control into morning after. I think my professors would be proud.
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