So as she is about to take the walk of shame she flips out. Apparently someone left a brown present in her shoes.
we turned studying into a drinking game, she drinks when she gets it right, i drink when she gets it wrong. so we'll be out soon
Why the FUCK can i grow hair on my big toes but not on my chest?
Wednesdays are like the thursdays of tuesdays... Drink time
Your panties and toothbrush are in your mailbox. just not ready to be with anyone serious. take care.
I'd say I'd distract him, but I lose my psychic powers when guys get girlfriends. And by psychic powers I mean taking off my top.
I think once you know a guy's chest measurements the stalking has gone too far..
I dont know it just seems wrong to fuck her on my exes back porch
Also, we found a geriatric Snoop Lion.
Dude. You dropped to your knees and face planted into the rocks. And continued to talk on the phone and laugh. That's where those cuts came from.
We could have mediocre awkward sex or mediocre stunted/awkward/uncomfortable banter. The possilities are relatively finite
Just had a threesome with my best friend and LSAT teacher...just checked three things off my bucket list in one night
I’m drunk and naked and looking for my charger - title of my autobiography.
He's teaching me French for free and I'm giving him blowjobs. Win-win.
so i may or may not have just had sex on the stage of the lecture hall....
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