I'm thinking we should try to start remembering stuff we do. Althought I kinda like feeling like Nancy Drew the next morning.
More like the Hardy Boys cause its kinda like a team effort.
THE PICTURE OF PEPPERMINT MOCHA MADE ME WANT TO TOUCH MYSELF
i mean he wasn't bad looking, but i wouldn't have slept with my professor if i knew everyone would get an A
All he did was lie there and used his hands to keep pace. He was like the metronome of sex.
Lesbian sex in an alleyway drunk.
Two words. Shotgunning Cognac.
This has already gotten way out of hand
This has been the most pleasant arrest experience I've ever had.
Like I had no idea he knew how to play girls the way he played me. His major is chemistry for christ's sake.
The worst decision I made last night was allowing myself to be duct taped to the ceiling
i know you're at the dentist, but this dick pic was too phenominal to wait and i deserve immediate tit compensation
We passed out in his car so I had to find a way to inconspiciously make my walk of shame back inside to go get my shit. To make things more difficult I had no pants and the whole neighborhood was awake
I was kind of torn between "Wow, this is awkward," and "Wow, my therapist is hung."
My Internet history has 23 searches for 24 hour cake. Self respect plummeting.
Masturbating during the Olympics and cumming during the national anthem really is everything it's cracked up to be. Just thought you should know.
I think I'd rather see her get hit by a car in one of those Russian dash cam videos on YouTube.
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