day 8: i just gave goat a piece of pineapple soaked in rum. as an animal science major, im ashamed. as a normal person, it was awesome.
I can't believe we had "50th anniversary of man in space" sex.
I found his retainer in my ass crack. It smells like shame.
How exactly do I approach the whole "Well that was fun. Am I purchasing the Plan B or you?" topic?
i'm calling it my monica lewinsky shirt now. may it live forever in infamy.
But I REALLY want to hide my crazy for as long as possible with him so he'll date me.
It's seriously like a finger. But it's a cock. I don't know what to do. I feel like I fuck him to be polite.
I love how when they see that I'm upset their initial response is to offer me ecstasy
I will have you know I turned Latino David Arquette down for sex because he's married. Total. Moral. Victory.
Flo's in town, ain't she.
But what I'm actually thinking about is how everyone except me had sex on my bed this weekend and now I'm just sleeping in it with a 7 foot tall blue panda
So what you're saying is that The Magic Kingdom is ruining our plans to get laid?
Just threw up in the trash can at my desk. I guess "beating the hangover" eventually leads to this.
I've had my dick out in public way too much for someone my age...
I don't want to go to sleep. I like partying with myself.
I'll get the most aesthetic strap on, you'll see
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