I can't remember if we talked about feelings. Fuck you Miller High Life.
We had sex on the hood of my car and broke the windshield.
I told him if I was pregnant we were coming out to the people at work, because I'm not pretending to get knocked up by an imaginary boyfriend.
Well when you get back to your computer, there's a nice explanation of pansexuality on your Skype.
whoa! who said he's my boyfriend?
Oops. Sorry. That guy you keep accidentally running into in public. And at home. And with your vagina.
I feel like I grabbed someones dick last night, & if I didn't I'll be disappointed in myself
I gather from Facebook you got drunk last night and took semi naked pictures of yourself?
His name is Dustib. Not a typo. I just can't.
He said he'd prefer a photo rather than discuss politics, I sent him a snapchat "conservative shorts 4 conservative man". He said "be liberal"
The highlight of the trip was definitely my dad telling me that I "used to be his prettiest daughter."
Worst case scenario- he paid me for sex with meatloaf. There are worse thing, right? I mean at least is was good meatloaf.
You would think by the size of the lump on my ass that I would have remembered falling down a flight of stairs.
Things he has managed to cum on so far on spring break: my bikini, my back-up bikini, three of my four bras, two pairs of panties, four beds, six chairs, the floor of several hotel rooms, the window/door to the balcony from both sides, my tits, my face, my stomach, his stomach, my ass, his best friend's girlfriend's face, and his best friend's dick.
Just FYI spring break is over and you're supposed to be back in class but hey sounds like you had your orgy so congrats.
It smells like grilled cheese and sexual frustration
Our sex from this weekend should be engraved into a plaque or commemorated somehow. It was fucking amazing.
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