And then he said "I can't get blown while Gordon Bombay and Mr. Holland stare at me from the TV"
he sent me a winky sad face. i cannot deal this level of pathetically needy flirtatiousness.
he's from indiana, of course he's clueless about "g-spots"
We went to his house and he brought a jar of pickles to bed. I think im in love.
good news: I made it out of bed and into shower. Bad news: I made it back to bed without clothes. Worse news: I don't know this bed.
walking back to the dorm.. she is flashing evryone, demanding beads. we tried to stop her and now she just keeps yelling "Bourbon st bitchesss"... you get her tomorrow
Why the fuck did I wake up in a chair with mouth clamps?!
Just put an ad on Craigslist for a fake groom... I'm sure only non creepy sane people will respond to it
I just gave her a sobriety test in the middle of the baking aisle.
And the results, officer?
She's fucked.
feelin groggy baby? need a coffee? vitamins? a nice good fuck on the piano?
I think curling is the best thing to watch when you're baked.
Well that's what you get for messing around with her vagina. I told you it was a fickle and insatiable creature.
Not at all! I'll let your potential employer know you have a huge dick
I'm laying backwards. On the stairs. Eating carrots. And drinking from a captain Morgan bottle.
Looks like the opera singer hook up is paying off. Ran into the MILF from 407 and she said “your lady friend sounded like a very lucky girl.”
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