We turned everything surrounding BP and the oil leak into a "that's what she said" drinking game. We've been drunk for a month
I'm thinking we can stop tracking my sex life by the hotels I've hooked up in and instead use bar bathrooms I've gotten head in.
Cause i'm hanging over the toilet bowl and thinking about your ball in my mouth is not helping
NEVERCLEAR, NEVER AGAIN.
You. Me. A bottle of Vodka. The wilderness.
He told me he loved me and then asked if we could have sex in the snow
I needed a test subject that didn't know any of my friends so that if i screwed up no one would really know or spread rumours about how it was the worst bj ever
You fucked a stripper on your sisters friends blow up mattress. The least you could do is wash the sheets.
Oh my god. You have got to get off that breast feeding support group. They're on to you, dude.
So yeah never trust sex tips from yahoo answers
He said "I can't wait for you to feel me inside of you so I can tell you gently that you're mine" and left me a 4 minute voice mail of him crying after I told him I didn't want to be with him. 30 year olds are off limits.
sex on the stairs. not our finest idea.
Meh, all I have to do tomorrow is proctor an AP test. No loud noises and no physical activity allowed for almost 4 hours. Sounds like the perfect recovery period for a hangover.
Yes ma'am. I'm attracted to unconventional people, you know that.
True. I can't judge, half of my sexual partners I only know a false first name & a number. We all have our kinks.
there is definitely a hickey on my left nipple.
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