Its ok relax. i can tell ur gonna start raggin. talk 2 u next week
Sorry I totally forgot to text you back. When you texted me I was at work at the pharmacy and it was stupid busy. And then of course I had my 8 hour "shoot me b/c half of Loyola comes in to buy plan B" shift.
Just used the D.E.N.N.I.S system successfully.
we went to sleep in different beds and woke up spooning. alcohol truly is the anti-cockblocker.
it feels good to walk into a CVS and not go straight to the pharmacy counter for plan b. its been a while....
so it turns out that "condoms galore" does, indeed, come up on your bank statement
don't worry, your friend will b fine, they treat virgins nicely around here
whatever. as long as im no longer referred to as the girl who fucked the pledge on his big brother's couch.
The same guy who pierced my nipples just told me he can help tutor me in precalc.
Promise me you won't have sex in my room
I can't promise you that, but I promise you that I'll try
Might want to in your tub tho. That thing is fucking huge.
Like I had to call my dad because I couldn't manage to unlock the door. And when he got there to open it I was climbing the gate to get in.
Update: the condoms are expired and Canadians are NOT to be trusted!
When Dad gets to your house, ask him about the sound of anal beads. Happy Thanksgiving!
When you start lapping your martini like a cat it's time to go home. Partys over.
He is completely naked, curled in a ball, and rocking back and forth in the shower humming lullabies to himself. This is your responsibility since I'm going to be fucking someone in 5.7 seconds.
Randomize
