I told her we could go facebook official. If she ups the oral.
I am no longer a man. I just realized I prefer Spongebob to college football.
Now I know how you felt every time you had to listen to me have sex with a girl... mildly disguested yet marginally proud.
That's the first time you've ever said the L word without referring to drinking or partying.
To say he's a good fuck is like saying the beatles had a bit of success. My vag is still mourning the fact he moved.
I can't tell if your life is amazing or needs reevaluation when "did I get hit with a nightstick" is a legitimate question.
I may only be a second year med student but I feel very confident in calling that a micropenis.
UPDATE: WE WILL BE HITTING THE BATMAN PINATA WITH A SWORD
I really gotta be careful. My email inbox is equal parts notifications from instructors and this dude's dick. If I get drunk and reply to the wrong thing I might get kicked out of grad school.
He asked me out while I'm back in town. I have to acknowledge and honor his persistence.
Your vagina must be laced with cocaine...
I just want to have weird supply closet sex with him... and then I'll be all set. Fired, but all set.
Typing up notes at the bar and doing shots with the bartender until close on a Wednesday. This is what my second year of law school has become.
Can we just talk about the fact that the last time I got laid I was wearing a Jurassic Park tshirt?
You guys are like the reason that ketamine is a controlled substance.
Good, I don't think Coke dipped ring pops hold up in the mail anyway.
Randomize
