He just kept telling me how to do certain things. It was like I was fucking my sex ed teacher
btw, her name was actually Alixx. in retrospect, it was pretty much a gimme
my mom just asked me, concerned, if I swallowed.
I was asking the bouncer, "if I fall will you catch me?" which then turned into "if I jump off the roof will you catch me?" He said no.
Apparently you can coat check a keg.
I kind of learned that hotels are unnecessary. Boys will just take you home, but that's tough with a group. I believe in us, though.
How many stacks you been grindin gangsta?
omg mom no
It's so blood brotha crip what be good
He fell on top of me at a party. I slept with him a week later. We've been fucking for 2 moths. Most successful relationship ever.
Ugh I can't even look at alcohol this weekend, my body needs to heal.
I'm the girl holding the bag of goldfish
Fine I'll cuddle you but only for the purpose of trying to survive
Note to self: never fuck a Canadian, surprisingly highly disappointing
It really hurts to walk. Any idea what happened to my hip?
He punched me in the face while giving him road head, because he was driving stick. I shit you not.
His hair is as curly as mine. It was like watching me go down on myself.
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