You stuck the head of a rubber chicken you found in her house up your ass and then started running around her living room. Naked.
Anything that's based on a blow job I'm in favor of.
I learned nothing from that class except drinking and chemistry go together great.
Friday was tragic. I was naked on top of him and he didn't have a condom. Oh and he had an Obama poster on the wall in front of his bed so our president was staring down at me while I was naked. I felt sorta bad.
You should've just screamed yes we can!
You could give me a blowjob later? :)
I meant do something romantic..
Blowjob In the moonlight?
Fuck. These are the symptoms I had when I was pregnant. This could be bad.
Seriously, in what other class can the final major discussion be what bar you're going to with your prof?
First if all, whoever designed penis shaped ice cubes is clearly daring me to shove them up my vagina
I officially became the girl who let a guy get her off under the covers last night while her roommate and a friend were there. He was impressed by my ability to stay quiet and stay relatively focused on the conversation...
I am so ashamed of you, and yet so proud.
Almost made out with Amanda but I told her "I'm in a committed fake lesbian relationship with Laura. I can't."
And after we were done he said "Let's play a game! Who can find their clothes first"
I can dry shave vagina like a champ
I totally OverDed on K2 last night. I felt like I was made of lead and then I had a panic attack.
After I spend a passionate night with my vibrator, I have to awake and face my stuffed animals. Their beady eyes are full of shame and disappointmet. I can't deal with that level of judgement.
NOT PREGNANT according to the two dollar tree pregnancy tests I took in the tacobell bathroom. Come meet me at tacobell for celebratory soft tacos.
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