I'm like a rollypolly, I only open my legs up when I feel safe.
We had a complete conversation while I was giving him head, at one point he even stopped me and said 'I love how we're just hanging out.'
Dude I still wanna know who I had sex with on new years eve
It's like my butt was the only innocence I had left and now I don't even have that.
I found this letter on my leg this morning "dear sober self- we are one body now. It's weird but get used to it because it already happened" who the fuck is lionman?
Is it sad that I have better conversations with his roommate before or after sex than I do with him in general?
He keeps texting me videos of fish swimming in his fish tank, so I think it's safe to say he's back on weed.
You realize we were screaming in the car about our apartment next year because we can "bring home randoms whenever we want" and "stare at each other from our door ways"
Next time I feel awkward in a situation I'm going to just yell "free bird!!!!" Like some redneck at lynyrd skynyrd show
My stripper pole led lights flash with the sound so it's awsome with music
and then I partied with my new dealers deaf pit bull. All around a good night I'd say...
how don't worse things happen to you?
I slept awesome next to you. You're like an electric blanket that I can have morning sex with.
I was just drinking but now I'm drinking and chasing with red bull. I call this "getting ready for work"
thanks for supporting my whoreish tendencies
Spencer just told me I got home and was opening beers with my teeth and trying to make pot butter
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