It's not called being bisexual its called making out with anyone that has a mouth
I mean we've tried to get high on nutmeg, we clearly dont know the definition of "too far"
I wore my front clasp bra so he would have to prove his sobriety to me before we had sex.
it was the drunk execution of a sober decision, and its much more tasteful than the first mullet
Showerbowl immediately followed by pullups naked. I feel like fucking Tarzan
you were yelling that somebody needed to take your bra off with such enthusiasm my first thought was that you were on fire.
Blow job season was short but glorious.
We can't shop at Hobby Lobby anymore. They don't like Plan B which basically runs through our veins.
I feel like a bottle of fireball rented a bull dozer and ran me over until I was left without a shred of my dignity
I'm ordering sushi and crying over finals. Come over and bring wine.
I don't even have his number. I have his pants tho
also I have no idea whose underpants I'm wearing right now but they're super comfy and I'm not giving them back ever
I mean, you've had my nipples in your mouth now, so I think we've reached a certain level of friendship.
there is a tent in the living room. its a vip tent room. i want in.
Sorry for face licking, I probably won't do it again.
Also, I love cats. I sat on the floor and they sat with me.
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