Well to be completely honest its more of a 'i wanna do things to you that your parents would not enjoy hearing about' mood
I just spent the last hour spooning with my drug dealer.
i know, but like... i wanna be a CLASSY i'm-stealing-your-date kind of slutty...
This is a mass text: my birthday is tomorrow, and I want a full day of birthday sex. Send me your availabities. Time slots begin at noon
Im celebrating the fact that the one guy who has ever denied me has just come out of the closet
if I could send you my dick right now I would. that's how good of a friend I am.
Maybe it was that imaginary ghost dick you were stuffing in your mouth a minute ago
I'm really stoned in my underwear. I probably won't make it to the bar.
can anyone on this campus do anything sober?
Just thinking about this summer makes me feel a slight tingle of an orgasm mixed with a twinge of regret as the cold ghostly feeling of multiple hangovers creep into my body.
He came over apologized for his lack of sexual skills. Cleaned my kitchen cooked me dinner. And gave me another one minute stand. I think im okay with this
Some small part of me hopes I'm on the probationary list because of seeing the Dean at that fetish party.
I just smoked a joint and ate a sandwich while watching someone get arrested. Bonnaroo is a silly place.
You're having marijuana delivered to you. You're buying drugs and you aren't even leaving the house. I'm sure he'll be surprised if you're NOT wearing a bathrobe.
Please god tell me you aren't pregaming your date alone.
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