I basing my decision on whether or not to date someone on whether I could imagine having sex with them sober
today was the first day of rush. talking to girls all day makes me sick of having a uterus.
I used a physics textbook to prop her up so she wouldn't choke on her vomit...see I have learned something from statics class.
Dude idk, apparently telling two drunk chicks 'that's whats up' after watching them lick eachother's face wasn't the compliment they were looking for. I mean I was fucking hammered.
Wow.
it's like heaven, but drunker
he went to find a bathroom and came back 10 minutes later with a fifth of bacardi, a pack of cigarettes, and two funnel cakes. he is a man among boys.
I don't know if it was his cologne or his Jesus hair, but he was much more fuckable than last time I saw him.
Now that I think about it, it may have been the 6 pitchers of beer.
I think I just asked the Greek gyro guy on a yoga date.
Youre attempt to ruin my night by putting Date Rape by Sublime on my sex playlist failed. She was into it.
Do to my newly discovered condition I'm having to resort to emergency beat sessions to avoid the temptation to text girls I know are easy slams.
I feel like they've probably fucked. Like.. you don't just bring a bitch a Big Mac if you haven't fucked her.
Didn't have the heart to tell him that while he was eating my ass I was laughing, not moaning, into the pillow
I think putting on real pants was half my issue with today
Three times. Three times I left home yesterday in search for sex, and three times I returned un-orgasmed.
I had sex while watching Lord of the Rings last night. I think I just reached a new level of nerd.
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