Get out...Run...Or there's going to be a dick in your mailbox
So what's the moral of this story? Aside from 'lesbians hold grudges'?
Let's just be mature adults about last night and never speak of it again.
the mandatory saturday morning class for those written up by RA's turned into a gold mine...just met EVERY hot chick that parties.
burritoes are like sleeping bags for ground beef
Last night at the bar my fuck buddies found out about each other.
Wtf? What happened?
Not quite sure but they rock, paper, scissored to see who was taking me home.
Careful when you walk in I'm laying by the door.
He told me he doesn't want to fuck anymore because he needs to focus on school. Either he grew a vagina or he's secretly gay, it has to be one of the two.
I can't wait to see you again...not a euphemism, just really looking forward to seeing you. Wanting to fuck you as often as possible just seems implied at this point.
On the food pyramid big dick are "sometimes foods"
I think he's like Cher he's going to live forever but not as scary looking
don't judge but I think I'm gonna go fuck a dad this weekend
Omg my brain. Most recent thought: I fucking prayed in the bathroom that the other girl would leave. Prayed to Jesus
Oh you know, we just bobbed for apples in a bucket full of jungle juice. So, a casual Tuesday night.
You let the ASEXUAL teach sex Ed?!
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