We sat in your minivan all night in a parking lot pretending we were in the magic school bus going to the sun
Did we use protection last night?
Um, no...keep in touch, okay?
I can practically hear my vag and my conscience fighting.
That's saying a lot from the girl who takes her liquor with her to the library
he kept doing his monologue, "if a vagina could talk."
In hindsight buying the pill crusher with my vicodin prescription might have been too much.
She fucked me for a ride to the airport. If this is what the rest of college is like, I'm never graduating.
I had to steal sneakers from my man of the night. I dipped. But then realized I left my purse in his house. So I had to stash the shoes in some bushes and wait for him on the stoop. Then after he watches me leave, I run back and get the shoes cuz I didn't wanna be taking my hour long journey home through London at 3 pm in my six inch wedges and club dress
You got Broadway Drunk, dude. I haven't heard you sing "Music Of The Night" like that since the last time I was holding you up on the way to the subway at two in the morning.
But he has cupcakes AND I'm guaranteed an orgasm. .. I feel like I shouldn't even have to actually make a decision here.
I rammed pretzels and Jell-O shots down the throats of those I loved.
It can't be easy when an alcoholic Russian is screaming to the entire dorm "he no get hard"
You used his ass cheeks to demonstrate how to play the bongos and he still called you the next day. That's true love.
I thought I came here to hook up, not for a Study Abroad 101 session
I'm too pretty to be this sexually frustrated.
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