He let me keep his flannel as a "good job" for the great head I gave him.
The last thing I remembered was laying in the bathtub fully clothed with the shower running while he was picking grilled cheese out of my hair. I couldn't figure out if i was more upset about being soaking wet or the fact that my grilled cheese was in my hair instead of my mouth.
They set the pop up pool in the basement-running filter and all. Drunk swimming. Come now.
I had fun last year but I was one half of the hoe train back then. At least I'll feel better about myself as a person this year.
I'm going to miss going to the strip club though.
After what was supposed to be a one night stand I woke up to a message in my room wall written in marker "Kaitlin got it on in here" definitely a cock block down the road
so exactly what is concert sex etiquette? Before, during or after???
all of the above
An image of us stuck like that like Pompeii comes to mind. A wonder for future anthropologists
Drunken snow shoveling. Visiting my family is starting to become a seriously risky venture.
Um, would you be up for dick jousting? Stefanie is willing to pay 40 bucks.
Dude, you're only mentioning the Bro Code so I can't get any
Hooked up with an ex Playgirl model. I feel like the universe just high-fived me for staying sober.
I'm trying to puke quietly so i don't ruin my grandma's birthday/my graduation brunch. And you say i need to grow up.
He's got a beautiful penis, I can't lie
If I could I'd magically teleport drugs and alcohol to you. Like a bad decision fairy.
My arm is completely dead, never again will i give you a 20 minute hand job. You better have enjoyed that asshole. I have to text with my left hand now.
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