the next morning i told him i was impressed that he remembered my name. he said it wasn't that hard when "tracy
I need to stop hooking up with boys in my major. three boys in one class is just a litttle too awkward.
went to the gyno and found out that i have a birthmark on my clit. its like god gave guys a little help when it comes to getting me off.
i just opened the overnight bag i packed at 2am last night. Apparently all i thought id need was a handful of quarters, mascara and one sock
I don't remember much but I know I looked hot.
we made it to hole 3 and then just sat down on the fairway and finished off our case....cheered on other golfers as we let them play through.
its really sad that i have to specifically make this a rule but, absolutely no lighting smoke bombs indoors at my birthday party.
Well the "Blackout with your sack out" party turned out predictably.
I'm not wearing a bra, watching Netflix and eating gushers. I don't know a better way to spend a hangover.
He wanted to bang in the work van while we were on shift together. He convinced me with "It's like the Scooby Doo van but looks nothing like the Scooby Doo van."
We're all just looking at each other quietly, hoping that no one brings up last nights shenanigans.
oh and apparently my boobs are named "have no fear" and "plenty o'beer"
But like, I don't remember getting hit with the door... I just come out from peeing and there was blood running down my face.
If we were teenagers we would intentionally be trying to burn down this historic landmark
It was sweet, he carried me out of my bathroom after I passed out, built me a pillow fort so I wouldn't roll out of bed, set a glass of water on the table, and brought me a mixing bowl to puke in. Totally a sign we're more than just fuckbuddies.
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