It's like sleeping with someone you met at a karaoke bar. It's never okay.
We're talking about addictions in class and there's a girl 2 rows in front of me on Farmville. Hello, example.
The trick is to not slur when purchasing the condoms at 3am
My text message history should be ashamed of itself right now.
The little girl I babysit saw pink plastic shot glasses in my car and asked what they were for and I told her they were princess teacups.
I woke up with chocolate melted between my tits. I'd say that's a win for all parties involved.
I had to rename my dildo. I met a little kid who named his teddy bear the same name. It just felt wrong.
OMG -- There are strippers in the bathroom crying because their power moves aren't good enough to win the competition
He was licking my ear while recommending that I shop at IKEA. I think he's my perfect guy.
We found him sitting in the back of the club crying into a strippers lap. She told us he missed his pet frog and to come back later.
I woke up with a bunch of jolly ranchers and an eight ball in my purse. Successful
we're gonna read the declaration of independence and do a shot for every word he doesn't understand.
In my defense, the second lapdance I gave was because of a dare.
Girl in front of me just swan dove into the middle of the carpeted hallway, stood up, clapped for herself, and then continued walking. My life is complete.
Anyway, that's been my evening- crying and looking up diabetes symptoms. How was your night?
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