Do you remember getting into a Delorean last night?
the girls on my floor started fighting over who got to keep the random hoodies that boys forgot in my room after sex
she left out the fact that she had a kid until she told me not to suck on her tits too hard or milk would come out.
My blowjobs put them in a state of relaxation similar to that of getting hit with a tranquilizer. The fear comes after the sex.
Hypothetically going to the gym on coke was a good idea
The last thing I remember is crying and shaking my head as she was putting salt on my hand. I guess I took the shot
Note to self: don't practice nerdy white girl dance choreography in the company bathrooms no matter how nice the huge mirrors and lighting are.
I'm just trying to absorb as much of the fluids from the carpet as I can.
My dad just accidentally taught me how to make fake IDs. I love my life.
we were making out in my truck and while she was straddling me she informs me that she jerks off horses for a living. Should I be concerned or flattered?
Any idea why the fuck i would replace all the music on my ipod with the fucking Goosebumps theme song?!?
Apparently drunk you is really nostalgic?
Now you can NEVER tell anyone that on thanksgiving I took a selfie of my pussy to prove they don't get worse with babies.
It’s like my vagina just knows when a man is a barrel-chested freedom fighter.
last night is slowly putting itself back together. Its one giant slutty puzzle, all the pieces are covered in tequila and shame.
I am now banned from the bar... Because you got head from my ex in the woman's restroom
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