so i was just informed that i sang that song "pop that pussy ayyy pop that pussy" at the halloween party saturday. iembarrassing.
just to let you know coffee and vodka was a bad way to start the day
doing lines of blow through a tampon applicator in the study lounge at 7am so i can finish an italian composition that was due a week and a half ago...such a good student.
I thinking of taking all of the pics of his dick that he's sent me and making a calendar.
I'm sober enough to question why I have your name as "the wolverine" in my phone.
He was sucking my nipples then stopped, looked me dead in the eyes and said "im gonna cum for my babygirl"
Dont worry bro, i'll be the designated kayaker. I wouldnt want u to be drinking and kayaking.
He expects to fuck my tits but will ignore me in public.
It's not that I even wanna fuck these guys anymore, just cuddle that's all. My conscience has never been so proud.
I don't know how it happened. All I did was tell her I was impressed by her presentation. Her nail marks on my back ain't going away anytime soon.
I wanted lighthearted conversation about ordering bulk condoms and anal lube but he's depressed and talking about god hating him, ugh
This weekend I turned down sex to watch the Star Wars marathon... Is this growing up?
i guess she just walked over ass naked and peed on his laptop. gonna call an over price on that drunk sex.
Would you say that skipping class and sitting alone in my room singing One Direction to myself and sobbing is an acceptable way to deal with the break-up
Her dad had just brought down their giant American flag for 4th of July and we fucked on it. I have never been more patriotic
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