I've been emailing with a woman. I don't think she's into me, but we've become sorta email buddies. I'm hoping to meet her because on her profile she states she's into 'fisting.' Frankly the thought kinda freaks me out but I'm dying to see what kind of woman is 1) into that and 2) admits it upfront.
We just took the batteries out of the fire alarm to play the breathalyzer game. I love college.
We made a drinking game out of poaching eggs. When did our life turn into a really awesome version of Top Chef?
Theres been so much buildup for our genitals to meet, one or both of us is sure to be disappointed.
On that note; HAPPY 21: THE SEQUEL from the back of an ambulance!!
chugging beers on the train. people are staring. I would be offended if it wasn't 8:30
We're stealing the mannequin. He's my new swimming partner.
She spilled creme de menthe on her crotch and I told her she looked like a menstruating Vulcan (costume idea!). Obviously, I went home alone.
We can't be fuck buddies. You stare into my eyes while we fuck.
Well, if it gives you any indication, when I got there, there was already some dude passed out naked in the treehouse.
This is possibly the most humiliating moment of my life. I have diarrhea, in a port-a-potty, at the Renaissance Festival.
Also the girl beside me smells like she's been in a deep fryer.
Ok maybe second best. He dated a stripper. Can't compete with that level of hoeness
Just finished 151. Eating nutella off a spoon. Bring condoms.
So, is Canada considered an excessive distance to go for a booty call? Asking for a friend...
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