nothing says platonic group sex like a campfire and smores
the guy next to me needed a pen, so I let him take one from my book bag. my panties are now being passed around the class...thank you for telling me you hid them in my bookbag.
I didn't know people actually cried after sex.
You were walking around with a baby carrier pretending your vodka was a baby. You tried to get pictures on santas lap
Somebodaw call 311 postw fire bunso on vietena floorwnkd
There's a point around the one and a half minute mark where the keg stand goes from impressive to pathetic
He was crying because he hiccuped every time he kissed me. We then crawled to the kitchen because neither of us could stand, and I spoon-fed him peanut butter "to cure his ailment."
It took all the strength I had tto sit at my desk and not tear off my business attire and run screaming from adulthood and flourescent lights.
I'm eating my emotions. I am no longer interested in anybody other than my own hand and vagina.
He kissed my hand AND my forehead. I don't think this virginity business is for heartless whores like us.
This guy punched out a light, puked in the sink, stole the mailbox, then tried to tell ME that I had to leave the party... Then his dog shit on the floor.
If our text convos ever saw the light of day lives would be in tatters
So somehow today's lecture on the immune system turned into me having to stand up and explain female ejaculation to the class.
Those thigh tattoos deserve the handsomest of grins between them. Dont settle.
i believe in u and ur pee
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