No stitches, just platelets and will power
I thought the one perk of the low caliber of men I've slept with thus far in my college career is that I would never run into them in the library. I've been here for ten minutes and we're on number three.
When were having sex he was mumbling some guys name. If he wasn't as hot as he is I'd be concerned.
I've been thinking about it and if we ever have a threesome it'll start off with us clothed solely in our matching fur vests
There are flashing lights and a man dressed as Santa with a bullhorn in my cul de sac.
I'm not sure if this is awesome or scary.
He fucked me so hard I had an asthma attack. I'm like the sickly poster child for celibacy.
I will pee on everything he values.
Somehow those two combined like captain planet and shit went haywire
Sometimes I actually rage on Tuesday, come back, and do homework drunk and pull an all nighter.
HIS BALLS ARE HEAVEN SENT FROM THE VELVET ANGLES.
I just used crown royal bags as pot holders...
I may not be his cup of tea, but I bet I'm his 10th shot of tequila
who knew magic tricks and sex would actually go together?
Ya apperently its not "appropriate" to fuck in the school auditorium
just realized I'll be in a check out line with just Hershey syrup and condoms. I don't know if I am setting a good image for our generation
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