he kept asking me "do you love it? tell me you love it" as I was riding him.
and...?
I told him it was alright.
For future reference, even the most well-intentioned game of whiskey pong is a terrible idea.
Remember when I was so high that I thought my appendix burst? All I had to do was fart man, just fart.
Halfway through he got an idea for a short story so he wrote it in magic marker on my boobs. Yeah, he's a keeper.
Want to come over and play therapist and then fuck all the emotion away?
Good morning sunshine. Care to hear the riveting tale of Michelle and the Almost Great Night That Ended In An Early Morning of Karma Emptying It's Bowels On Her Guilty Shoulders?
Perfect. Let's do that. I'm thinking everclear and green dye as our base. We shud start from there
drinking right out of the bottle and nobody bats an eye.
its good to be home.
It could happen. I haven't creeped the rest of the guest list yet.
Just creeped. Everyone is a passable 7. Orgy is a go!
Oh no. Did we do a blood oath again?!
FML I accidentally sent the text about his bruised balls as a group text that included his brother and my boss.
just discovered a semi frightening wound on the side of my head that must have happened last night. if i die of a brain aneurysm, make sure they put "sorry for partying" on my gravestone.
Long story short I shit on a sidewalk while walking with multiple people. Then sprinted around the streets of Tallahassee in only gym shorts as I tore my toga off and wore it as a cape.
So...#1 on my TO DO list for college is to fuck someone somewhere in the stadium during the homecoming game...you down?
We live walking distance from the coors factory. no, we do not have a dry week.
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