you announced to everyone at the bar "fuck girls. they're confusing. im gonna start having sex with boys now"
It's weekends like this that make it obvious why we have to pay to come to college.
I coulnt tell if he was cumming or if I was throwing up
My doctor literally wrote on the script NO SEX
I wouldnt consider it a good Wednesday if there wasn't any projectile vomit involved
the paramedic just looked at me like "you again?"
So here i am dipping ice cream in my vodka and watching the bad girls club on demand. This is not ok
I feel like when purchasing hard liquor on a Monday I also need to buy a happy 21st bday card to not seem so pathetic
Come to wine Wednesday bro. We have a fog machine
His hands kept asking for sex, but all I could think was "dude, this is going to ruin my high".
we were both freshly single and using each other as rebounds. most intense sex I've ever had. i felt like a grizzly bear emerging from hibernation in a whirlwind of sexual fury
I wiped my ass with some girl's sock, I would honestly admit if I hate Caitlin's sandwich.
We could have mediocre awkward sex or mediocre stunted/awkward/uncomfortable banter. The possilities are relatively finite
Last time I "ran into him" I ended up with the clap and had to explain why the ladder was missing from the garage.
Let the clothes fall where they may.
Randomize
