You are still hot in my book. I wanna dry hump u like a 9th grader then hump for real when the herpes is gone.
Nothing ended up happening last night because he couldn't get my overalls or fanny pack off. I woke up this morning with one strap over my overall shorts on, my fanny pack wrapped around my chest, and the baby doll still tied to my hand. Ugh white trash parties!
I truly don't know anything about sober relationships. Normally I would just drunkenly yell "sex?" in a guy's face. What do I do now? Be like, sooo uhhh, wanna do it? Awkward, and even worse, I will remember clearly just how awkward it was.
She stumbled in with some guy, woke me up, introduced him and said "This is my sister. She's a freshman. She probably hates you."
My vagina can tell he is in a metal band. I dont know if I can sit down.
I danced on the street to dubstep on a boombox for an hour with a lesbian single mother.
I'm dressed like a deranged cupcake. Let's get fucked up.
HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO GET MY FUCKING CUPCAKES WHEN THE GROUNDSWORKER I HOOKED UP WITH IS LOITERING IN THE VENDING AREA
Idk dude but he said something bout his "dick was gonna be so tan" then he jus jumped out of the car
It's kind of awesome I can smoke with my parents and tell them about thetime we used listerine in that bong
xanax give me strength to not ask where we stand with booty calls
Bouncer came into the bathrooms to tell us the old one-person-per-stall rule, realised it was two girls banging, and left us to it. Lesbiperks.
My car has a permanent smell of sex to it now.
He finger blasted me like an angel dude
You rolled over grabbed my crotch and said "that's my waffle." I'm sleeping on the couch next time.
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