you never know, standards drop, they turn gay, shit happens.
its always fun the next morning to look around the room and see where all the clothing landed.
I don't even know. I woke up to a text from someone named Vick saying he was 'legit worried' that I had herpes.
hes trying to draw the periodic table on his chest with a sharpie. i'm not sure how thats going to help him on his chem final, but he keeps shouting "this is how the pros do it"
he paid for dinner at the eiffel tower. drinks at a bar on the champs elysees. gave me a motorcycle ride back to his house, got us heineken and then took me to park overlooking paris. where he ate me out on a park bench. still have doubts about the french?
Lets get real here, ive seen your moms breasts multiple times
I'm just saying. If this how my magic vagina shows it's magic then I don't want any
"He was so not worth staining my backseat for."
Watching Faye Reagan porn all weekend for St Patty's day. Nothing has ever seemed more appropriate.
I woke to him laying in the floor puking in a shoe. So I guess we had a good night.
He sent me a dick pic from his living room and it has pictures of his three kids in the background
seriously considering getting an electric blanket rather than sleeping with guys this winter for warmth.
So I came to the conclusion that who ever pour my ever clear out saved my life
woke up between a girl's legs. make your own conclusion.
the raccoons are back...
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