I feel like your standards for women is like rent-a-centers standards for credit.
well it doesn't count as a walk of shame if he drops you off at your class in his golf cart
so we were having anal, both very very drunk when he started shouting his roomates name
Fuck Spring. The birds chirping at 4am make me feel unnatural for still being up and drunk.
He was supposed to take me to a nice dinner, but istead all he did was get drunk and throw lit fireworks at me.
like teasing for 28 minutes, then the very last 2 minutes is where is ALL goes down. I'm talking, rings off, stable sitting position, hand job madness.
I didn't ask for a picture of your soft dick.
Atlanta road trip update. Jimmy fell into the petting tank at the aquarium. And freaked out. With cops now... Keep you posted
It's times when I'm naked but also want to be platonically social that I miss you the most.
THE STRIPPER HAD A GUN JOHN!
I WANT BLOOD. HERS. I WILL DYE A FABULOUS PAIR OF SUEDE PUMPS RED WITH HER BLOOD.
How don't you remember..? You were getting handfuls of skittles out from our bra screaming TASTE THE RAINBOW.
My fart just smelled like the inside of white castle, I mean spot on, no difference whatsoever.
uh...sober saturday NEVER has a good ring to it.
He just compared fucking my vagina to a snow flake falling on his forehead: gentle.... I'm not sure if that's a compliment or not.
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