So what if i'm late to spanish tomorrow. who the hell cares. i don't even speak spanish.
We were in the backseat and he was giggling uncontrolably. It felt like I was giving head to a 10 year old girl.
Even the bartender felt bad for me
She used my dick as a microphone to sing "any way you want it" I'm in love.
Met the five year old's gym teacher for next year. He is an old drinking buddy and I used to fuck his older brother. It was like a walk of shame 20 years late.
My right boob is officially about a handful while my left is 1 and 3/4 handfuls. I'm staring at the mirror falling into a deep depression.
You were crying and asking his mom "why doesn't he like road head?"
I'm on my fifth cocktail in twenty minutes. I don't think I will end this on two legs.
they call him the transporter because he'll be your designated driver in exchange for sufficient weed or sex.\n
what about money
no - he has a code he lives by
He fingered me and now wants me to go get plan b because of it. WE'RE IN COLLEGE.
Best part of Friday afternoon drinking? Having ping pong balls thrown into my cleavage.
I threw up in the shower. I cleaned it all up and there is on mess at all. This hangover has become borderline religous. Powerful and life changing.
She's sent me the same nudes using the same gestures and positions... It's like she has a template for her sluty-ness
i now regret my decision on turning down your offer of sex in the backseat
are you still alive?
no.
i'll cry at your funeral. and leave a burrito by your tombstone
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