Fuck?...well quicky, i have to study...unless you can read my book while i bang you, then it can last four chapters
I can be that talented
Little spoons don't ask big questions
there's nothing like that first "just failed out of my program" beer
dude I heard her through my door. She sounded like you were holding her head under water and they letting her up for air. I recorded that shit
If him repeating sorry while thrusting isn't makeup sex than I don't know what else is
And "sexual slave/chef" was as it turns out not a real career choice...
I cleared a drunken path to my bed for you. If you hit clothes you've gone too far.
Stumbled into class and into a desk. When I fell my bottle broke in my backpack. I had to leave there was vodka everywhere.
Fuck you, jack daniels. I feel like satan laid an egg in my brain.
Dude your not gonna get by security covered in blood wearing only a robe
Don't worry I'm drunk they won't say anything
Realistically anyone can come I don't care it's Boston what do I own boston? No. I just don't want people who are gonna give me "why are you doing that" kinda look when I take birthday shots out of my birthday babe shot glass necklace.
My brother didnt wanna sleep with her because she was my friend. Did I miss the memo where we're not supposed to be fucking each others friends? Oh well too late.
Yeah but then I feel like it's worth it like bro you just stabbed me the least you can do is get me a fuckin otter pop.
Yes I peed all over myself and lost both my credit cards, who wants to know?
I feel like a dancer trapped in the body of a math instructor. Love, Mom
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