He told me the hand job I gave him this morning was "lovely".
Ok...drunk girls at the bar are charging $1 for motorboating. It's fucking WEDNESDAY. I never want to leave.
... there are chew marks on my license. I have no idea.
I think we can all look back on last night and categorize it under, " reason why Cory can't be left at the bar by himself"
Do you think that we can get a group discount on liver transplants? We'll be like kids again!
Two words. Shotgunning Cognac.
This has already gotten way out of hand
I feel like we had some profound moment last night, but I can't really recall much past your ass turning up the volume on the radio.
The chlamydia really affected his face.
So far, my day has been sparkling with the tears of a thousand rainbow unicorns. I'd say this is quality shit you've grown.
You know it is an interesting night when the 911 operator calls you
You forgot your "boyfriend" from last night on my couch. You're suppose to bring that shit with you.
The saddest thing about graduating is that we won't have free access to STI screening anymore
I literally just want someone to fuck me and buy me cheeseburgers. I don't even want a relationship at this point. Just a chew toy and some food.
There's glitter all over his bed from my Pink VS panties... I think I might invest in similar styles as a way of marking my territory just incase.
there are LEGIT cum stains on my ceilling. ON THE CEILLING!! you tell me how the relationship was.
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