apparently the dude across the street has been dead for like a month. now I feel bad about pissing on his lawn
you grabbed his arm with one hand and the bottle of smirnoff with the other and headed off to your room you were on a mission
you looked at me, pointed to a car and silently said "the elephant parks here".
We were playing hot potato with real potatoes at 3am
I don't mean to complain but you could have done a better job of keeping me alive last night
The best part about living in a college town is the annual rush of senior girls who want to get in their lesbian experiment before they graduate.
I can only only sleep there on nights I orgasm cause he snores so loud and if he leaves me hanging one more time ill probably cut off his dick from lack of sleep and frustration
I feel that my cleavage set an unattainably high bar for 2013.
Negotiating with my body. We're ok. Violent upheaval is not necessary.
So changing channels while she's on top is frowned upon. It's back to thinking about baseball again.
He literally poured blue Gatorade on me after we had sex and said "good game" all over my white sheets
at what point last night did i get this tattoo of an anchor made of dicks?
around eleven
anything below 65° is too cold to be naked on a roof
Is it sad that the most attractive guy I've come across in a week that's not my professor is the man doing my pedicure?
I managed to convince her that the egg yolks were actually orange juice and she fell for it
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