yeah it was kind of like, i'm 27 and still live in a frat house.. you honestly expect me to have "moral fiber" and a "conscience"
at a party and just made O-H-I-O out of dicks and vajayjays...i hope someone took a pic i was too busy (; GO BUCKS!!!
Have you ever been so weak from sleep you couldn't push your poo out?
he broke up with me while standing outside, half naked, waiting to fuck him. i feel like a leper right about now.
the "its better than getting an actual virus from an actual porn star" argument failed.
I'm not going to need your "it doesn't mean you're a slut" pep talk after all.
i'm having flashbacks of crying and telling you i was made out of egg salad.
I poured myself a glass of chocolate chips at some point during the evening.
He smashed a plastic chair leg on a tree stump, threw himself into the side of our metal enclosure, stomped on the wreckage for a bit and then punched the fire.
Then he started caressing my eye brow. Like repetedly. For at least 15 minutes. It was strangely mesmerizing
you smell like cheap hookers & chicken nuggets.
I just remembered touching your bosses wife's fake tits last night. Thanks again for taking me to your work function.
I'm too high and old for this...
I only have sex with you to have a memory to masturbate to.
couldn't remember his name. introduced him as 'mr multiple orgasms'
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