I'm half single.
Please tell me it's the bottom half.
i am so afraid to go to the bathroom. i am afraid i am going to fall asleep on the toillet.
Special does not even begin to describe that text.
hey, here's something you don't have worry about since you're a girl: finding crusty cum in your bellybutton.
in the middle of it he kept shouting: im going to be masturbating to this for the rest of my life
Reggie can tackle my bush.
we were bear claw grabbing his crotch in the middle of the bar yelling prominent ridge over and over.
We're not in high school anymore. I'm not going to pretend to be impressed as he butchers my favorite songs on his guitar. I just wanted to get laid.
Mr. Clingalot just ran from our apartment. What the hell?
I started to cry afterward and mumble random things. Examples: "God, please don't make me be so gay anymore" and "my mom is going to be so proud of me for fucking a dude this time." It was that or let him stay the night and cuddle. I mean, fuck that horrible shit I'm a girl that needs her space.
Well that's the thing. He does want to take me out... To a strip club. I see this going down a very bad road but you know I'm going to go.
Welcome to drink and talk like a Russian afternoon.
Pirate drinking day will be planned for shortly
I approve this so hard.
Can you technically cross something off your bucket list if you don't, per say, remember it....?
Both of us came out of our rooms at the same time in boxers and sat on the couch. No words were spoken.
If I die here, tell my vagina and my cats that I'm sorry.
if it makes u feel better, i skipped class so i could go to a sex convention in jersey a few hours earlier than if i went to class.
Put down the Captain Crunch and get over here. It’s a dickfest!!
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