So, it's like build-a-bear for your vag?
Dude stop singing. Your life is not an episode of fucking glee
Ketchup is God's man juice
Which is scary since we both think with our vaginas
It was smashing those cupcakes into my face that did it. Junk food and I don't mix.
they were having sex on the toilet apparently and everytime someone knocked they flushed. it was like an auditory scoreboard of sex duration.
My only expectation is honesty. And three orgasms every time.
What's up with the fire hydrant in the laundry room?
hope your day is as exciting as mine- one of our trauma patients just stole an ambulance out of our bay... WITH AN EMT STILL IN IT.
The saddest thing about graduating is that we won't have free access to STI screening anymore
So I got drunk last night and attempted to shave a landing strip on my vag. I now have a 8 lane highway on my crotch now. Just looks like a random ass square.
Good news: you're over the drunk crying life phase. Bad news: now you're handy and violent. You were groping me from behind in front of the guy you like, then you put me in a headlock and swept the leg.
I just want to drink bourbon and have sex and then eat like, a Christmas cookie.
I woke up naked wrapped in a wolf blanket on the bathroom floor
The fact our science teacher from high school was buying us drinks and hitting on me doesn't matter.
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