I just threw up, I'm either bulemic or pregnant, and I'm now accepting bets on which it is
she had a my little ponys comforter. i left when she went to the bathroom
He brought Stephanie home from the black light party. Apparently he has night vision beer goggles
She told me that as long as she kept starring at the freckle on her arm she wouldnt throw up
I'm starting to blur the boundary between reasonable senioritis and self-destruction. Somewhat-openly hittin the flask in 11am class
Let's discuss options later this evening. I'll draw out said options and compare and contrast the "accessibility" of the costume for quickies. Because you never know. Halloween is full of surprises. I'll also compare practicality, level of skank, and creative features.
No, I did not fuck him for football tickets. I fucked him for tickets to the superbowl. I'm not that much of a slut.
It was more like a tour de entire bottle of wine in 14 minutes
Life seems so much brighter and more vibrant after you have sex with a 20 year old. It's like how Kansas was in black and white and Oz was in technicolor.
I still count it as showing your tits. Even though the wall was the only one who saw anything. Your boyfriend was pissed.
Yea we had fun. Lost my wallet some girl has it. Sarah fell asleep in a cab and ended up at some wawa. It was cray. She's home now
Don't blame me. I told you I didn't know if I had a key to those hancuffs.
As Scar once said. Be prepared! For the shit show of what's coming tonight
Our conversation concluded a weekly schedule of casual sex in between classes.
It's difficult when the romantic and the hedonist in me are fighting. I want him to respect me and hopefully pursue an actual relationship, but then I remember he fucks like a GOD and loves my kink. Oh, life's hard.
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