He's a good guy, we stopped by his old church.
And you didn't burst into flames?
Grad practice is like a live scrapbook of my drunken sexual encounters
it was not a walk of shame, it was a ferry ride of shame, and i'm not ashamed, so technically it was just an early morning ferry ride. wearing yesterday's clothing
and semen
Why Weren't you wearing pants?
because pants are for people with no imagination
God I hope the gutter I die in is nice. You know, for a gutter.
In the world of sexual, erotic texting, you rank somewhere between "how much teeth do you want" and "how dry do you want it"
We're having soft pretzels and cheese dip for dinner tonight. Like fucking adults.
He just snapchatted me a picture of his cock. The angle makes it look like a freakin skyscraper. Thinking of photoshopping a little monkey on it.
Less than a month to graduation and I'm still blacking out on the reg tonguing down the closest breathing organism preferably with a penis but I'm flexible, and still havent figured out how to be functional on Fridays. WHY don't they teach us valuable shit at this institution!?
He is nice. Kind of short though. But didn't try to rub his jean cock on me.
Which I appreciated.
Yeah no problem. What are blow job angels for anyways
I think I just did my first walk of shame. He sent me home with a watermelon from his farm. Southern one night stands.
They said you went back in for 30 minutes and were walking with your arms out like an eagle soaring
We need a kiddie pool and lots of cornstarch
You ran up to my room. I was naked. You refused to leave without drugs. I love you.
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