we're blogging at a bar
you know you go to a catholic school when you are rollin a joint with matthew 14:1-12
Like reprimanding the wall for "sneaking up on me" drunk
she told me I give head better than a lesbian. I know it's a great compliment but it kind of threw me off.
So squirting runs in the family.
the thought 'we cant do it, we're in a public place' crossed my mind, and then I realized he's succeeding if he's trying to domesticate me.
elevator sex. pronto.
Good point, clearly my love of penis contributed to my torn knee ligament.
I miss the time when Mondays weren't the new Thursdays. I can't drink like my 17 year old self anymore.
I JUST WANT TO HAVE MILDLY SOCIALLY ACCEPTABLE SEX WITH HIM AND CALL HIM CUPCAKE.
Got high with dad and hunted squirrels in the basement. Is this seriously what my life has come to?
The universe is cradling this hangover like a gay couple cradles their newly adopted chinese baby.
if i do community service solely to impress a guy, everyone wins, right?
except your soul
Pretty sure my boner drove me home. Like it didn't just do the steering it was the gas and brake too..
My prof handed me back my essay on Lesbians in literature, gave me an A and then we had sex in her office. Told you she was gay.
So, is Canada considered an excessive distance to go for a booty call? Asking for a friend...
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