The irony of calling it Pride is that you do things that no one should be proud of.
nothing says "we're all in this together" like the herpes she passed around to our entire group of friends
He texted me for drugs this time. Not sex. I dunno if I should be pleased it's not sex or disappointed that I come across as a druggie
I think my uterus is still laying in your bed somewhere under the covers.
I take pleasure in knowing how many gallons of booze we've put away in comradery.
I think we should measure in "bathtubs"
He told me about how he pissed his pants last weekend like it was a normal part of conversation. Within 10 minutes I was going home with him. I think he put me under some kind of spell.
Also his beard was very delicious looking. I wanted to touch it so bad, but I held back.
He wore nothing but a Speedo and a tie to the party. It was great. Everyone was looking at him like "this kid's the best"
I just remembered something. Did we really all flash the cab driver to get half off?
I just hope when I turn 21, it doesn't tank my entire semester.
It's really not cool dreaming about going into labor with your ex boyfriends love child as you're sleeping next to him.
I left my bra and a book at his place. He's a hot Scandinavian who is into physics and computers - had to step up my game.
He called me twice and texted me at 3am. Guess absence makes the dick grow harder.
I'll pass on that plan. The lack of my penis in new vaginas is no where on the itinerary.
It's gonna be like a sexual version of A Christmas Carol in my house in a few days.
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