last week i woke up at this guys house...this week i woke up at his ex girlfriends
counting down the days left of school on my birth control packet.
When I say rough sex, and show you scars from past encounters, pulling my hair a little IS NOT GOING TO CUT IT. And he just doesn't understand.
By the end of the night i was making legitimate noises not just saying moo.
Just thought to myself "I should practice shotgunning a beer before Wednesday." I don't think my GPA is going to like this semester.
Life gets in the way of sexy Saturday sometimes
It feels like I'm breathing out my heart and it spreads through my limbs to my fingertips.
Is cereal technically a soup?
Fuck, I'm high.
My gut feeling that we had reached a new level of intimacy last night was confirmed early this morning when you sleep farted on penis.
She complimented my boobs and then told me I smelled like teddy bears before falling asleep on the floor.
We went camping and met these lesbians and now I have S'mores where there shouldn't be S'mores.
i had to win in rock paper scissors, get called a fat whore, and make two dudes get in a fight so we could call next game on the table and you make zero cups. thanks asshole.
He broke through his window then signed his name on the biggest peice of glass from it. I think they framed it and named it 'best party ever'
-367$ and a torn scrotum.. Panama wins
I miss the pre Covid days when we could meet men in bars. Hitting on guys in the grocery store is just depressing
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