So what's the moral of this story? Aside from 'lesbians hold grudges'?
I just ran into the couch, vagina first.
I hope you got dinner out of it
And just when I was about to fall asleep, he hit me in the face, and claimed he's a "violent sleeper".
We just saw him running from campus police a few minutes ago. So no, I don't think he's still passed out on the quad.
I tried calming him down but his eyes are rolling to the back of his head and he's yelling "COMA WEED!"
I told my dad that bagels were the equilelent of angels kisses and if he bought me one i would do a split
and then she started to quack like a duck and u started throwing bread at her
Revised rule: don't put your dick in the general vacinity of mental instability.
Not even dry humping. Not even a little bit.
The things I do for you. Not that I'm unhappy about it. I'm just saying you should love me.
Did you sleep with him again?
No! I just led him to believe that I would if he gets me booze. Do I have that little class that you have such minimal faith in me?
Option 1: fuck me and bedtime. Option 2: come fuck me and then hangout with everyone. Option 3: don't fuck me in which case fuck you.
Yeah. Still not happy that my prof saw a picture of my vag.
I feel like I had a successful night. I flashed the guy at the liquor store last night for 2 free tshirts and a giant redbull.
I probably should have told her I was actually the drunkest one there before she let me pierce her ear
I climbed to the top of a stripper pole and touched the ceiling. Accomplishment?
If history is any guide, his morals are no match for my tits
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