so I'm never txting u again after today...
y?
cuz i don't wanna see it on blogspot :)
ha...too late
hey, what are you doing? my roommates are gone for the night... you should come over ;)
nah, i'm gonna grab some food
Can you really blame Steve Phillips? He went to Michigan. Plowing fat girls is a 100-level course there.
I dont think yelling "Grab your dicks, time for pics!" helped your case either.
I cant. There's fences everywhere and I think I have a boyfriend. Its fabulous.
As long as you're naked and covered in glow paint, I'm there.
You should make it a point to use vocabulary that is competition appropriate around him, like "champion" and "training" and "victory sex"
Im the macgyver of cooling down beers. The toilet tank was blocked so I couldn't use it.....
Revised rule: don't put your dick in the general vacinity of mental instability.
Not even dry humping. Not even a little bit.
exactly. I want him to have to live with the fact that he fucked me. I want him to look me in the eye and say "you were a drunken mistake".
In the future, could you not call me 'bro' while we're having sex?
I tried smoking while wearing a horse mask, it was the worst thing I've ever smelled
Never start off a conversation with "speaking of STD's..."
He just brought a live lobster to the party.
I told him I lived in the apartment beside his brother and he said "oh, you're the girl that watches really loud porn!"
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