its summer. and we all know college gfs do not count in summer.
college gfs dont count ever. theyre like getting corn rows in jamaica. you feel cool at the time. then you go home and people make fun of you.
Climbing onto the roof in a dress and high heeled boots was probably not the best idea, especially after all that Bacardi.
Well there's nothing more unattractive them a naked, soft man crying
Oh good your over him
rolling absolute tits, turn on the red lights for when i get home.
After he finished going down on me he came up from under the covers, threw his hands into the air and shouted "take that lesbians!" and finished with "and we have dicks!"
I replaced his Viagra pills with sleeping pills.
I put tequila in my salad dressing yesterday. Step the fuck up.
You can't play that off as role play thing. You held my hips and kept yelling "put a baby in me!" That shit ain't cool.
well, at the moment I'm sleeping in someone's closet in a buzzlightyear snuggie, so I can't judge,
I'll text you later. I think she thinks we're taking this whole "no sex" thing seriously.
His last name was woodcox? That just screams I've got a great penis
Do you own a cuff key and know where Karen lives?
He got punched in the face last night? By who? I’ll invite him to our formal. Seriously.
my hair smells like a mixture of fireworks and rotten eggs with a hint of shame. it's so strong it's keeping me awake.
I just had all of the sex. All of it.
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