And we started making out. She asked me to pick a number between 1 and 10. I said 6. She took me to her room. A few minutes later I wasnt a virgin. DUDE I WAS GOING TO SAY 2.
Word to the wise: learn how to ask "What is my bail posted as" in French before traveling abroad.
I love my boobs, they're the only thing that supports me. They make me a solid 6.
You know what my problem is? I'm like a machine designed for the sole intention of removing the pants from damaged girls.
You were in your third change of clothes, and I found you in my driveway passed out with my dog's food bowl. You win.
Did you find any other hidden treasures in my room? Specifically weed? Or Slim Jims?
And now I'm drinking leftover wine in the grad lounge because fuck my life
I'm looking at some sugar baby profiles to get some insight on what we're up against.
multiple people will be seeing my nips tonight. not mad about it at all
Just took adderall with about half a bottle of red wine...i have stopped trying for this last exam
"Do You Wanna Build a Snowman" came on while I was riding his dick. I had to take a moment.
Idk... he wears anklets.. i dont think i can get past that.
I already plan to donate my brain to science so they can attempt to fully understand the complexities of my existence
chipped my right front tooth on a toilette. i figure if i keep drinking i won't care for at least 2 days
i solemnly vow to never stick my penis into crazy again
I give it a week.
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