To answer your question of whether I "went back," tits just informed me I was kicked out for falling off my barstool and passing out on the floor...
its simple. when his lips are on my clitoris i want to marry him. when they are speaking i want to kill him.
Also, we just got yelled at by a cop for being awesome...or making out in a fountain. Whatever.
I still have your make up all over the inside of my thighs from the face sitting. Free tonight?
Things are coming back to me in chunks. I vaguely remember signing a shirt that said 'I enjoy vagina'
I AM SO PROUD OF YOU
My mind's like "He's a sexist pig" but my uterus is like "YOU SHALL BEAR HIM STRONG CHILDREN"
It was 6am and he went immediately for the 69. WTF?? 6am is WAY to early for acrobatics.
Wow. Memory lane. What a horrendously unsightly jizz stain on the tapestry of life.
And he's in a frat. Everyone in a frat is gay. It's science.
I'm bleeding and have questions
we're gonna read the declaration of independence and do a shot for every word he doesn't understand.
I let a 30 year old guitar player that works at a call center go down on me in his backseat last night
2 weeks shy of 25 and all I’m wishing for is a secret admirer who pulls my trash cans to the curb Wednesday morning for me because I always forget to Tuesday’s nights thanks to it being dollar draft night at the local bar
i woke up fully clothed with teenage dream on repeat. something is wrong with me
While I was giving him head he told me he had to go door to door the next day and "spread the word of Jesus Christ" I felt like a Disney villain out to steal his virtue.
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