So there is a chick dressed up in a vagina costume handing out free condoms next to the dude handing out free Bibles and preaching about sin. I love college.
We have sex, then he cooks. It's like a fantasy.
I don't remember much but I know I looked hot.
So there I was praying he didn't go limp again, choking on a long, long gray ball hair. This is my Saturday night. This. Is. My. Life.
my boss just accepted "because it's 4/20" as a legitimate reason to take Friday off
You know, having a conversation evolve from attractive men to roommate orgies would be weird with anyone else, but you get me.
Plus I'm on the toilet and I can only describe it as if someone had kicked the cap off of a fire hydrant.
Does buying my brother condoms for Christmas say "keep having sex with her, I like her" or "dear god, do not get this girl pregnant"?
Pagan metal show. There is a folk dance happening in the mosh pit. Also, I have no idea where we are.
In 2009 his now husband dressed in a sailor onesie and heels for pride so he needs to REMEMBER how to party
I slept awesome next to you. You're like an electric blanket that I can have morning sex with.
2014 decided to stick it to me one last time. Right up the ass.
Video footage says last night I reincarnated as stripper Shania Twain... Man, I feel like a (slutty) woman.
How likely is it that we can see each other tomorrow night? I want to shave my legs in good faith but it's cold outside and my bathroom is drafty.
He said he doesn't "believe" in cuddling. Can you come get me?
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