you didnt say anything until i brought it up today. i guess i misjudged your maturity.
I guess I misjudged your gender.
every time i drive by the road she lives on, i scream in the car "i'm sorry i'm sleeping with your boyfriend!" makes me feel less whore-y.
He looks like a mix between a retired piano teacher and a cat that just swallowed a sock.
All I remember from my 21st is crying because the bouncer made him put his shirt back on
I just wanted to yell " i am not a shake weight!!"
Due to our sore throats we are now doing bong hits with cranberry juice to sooth it.
Well I'm 85-90% sure that he licked syrup off my body, but no guarantees...
I bet. I bought a surfboard and a kite and filled my camelback with vodka-tonics. Let's do this
you two really need to work out your issues. my vagina can't handle another week of your pent up frustrations.
If you go to Tinseltown tonight. First bathroom on the left, second stall. Avoid. It's still coming to terms with what I did to it.
I don't remember much and some girl almost convinced me to jump off the bridge while she held my stuff...
she just sent our roommates a message asking them for a parakeet. are you gonna call later?
You've been inside me, dude. There's no such thing as TMI.
But I think I successfully seduced her with my alias.
I lost my cyber virginity to a guy I barely knew in high school while a Togepi Plushie watched.
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