Conclusion from last night: Sometimes being classy isn't as fun as making out with a guy on a pooltable in a bar. Happy birthday, Canada.
after we had sex he went grocery shopping. at 6 am. i've never been more confused in my life
what part of "i slept with our hot teacher" are you not excited about?!
the part where you beat me to him
fair enough.
on my way to nyc to take a survey about my sexual activity. if you dont hear from me for a few days, assume they had me committed...
Oh Julie took your pants off last night, I put your pajama bottoms on, and Rachel took your bra off. It takes a village.
I need an adult. someone more adult than my current state
Sometimes turtles just really trip me out man
Evvvvvveryone knows we hooked up in the DJ booth. People call it the BJ booth now. I've created a legacy
Christopher Columbus didn't sail the ocean blue so I would have to go to class and not have sex with my boyfriend
if i seriously got my dick up last night, then im taking him to disney world cause thats just fuckin impressive
Just threw up in the trash can at my desk. I guess "beating the hangover" eventually leads to this.
The Dick I got last night was so phenomenal that I had to take a fucking personal day today.
Woke up with a throbbing vagina and a lesbian in my bed. Then for the hell of it we had morning sex. Definitley bisexual now
I puked on someone's floor last night and then they proceeded to ask me on a date.
I informed him that we had less than 5 minutes left to live, and his first words were "I'm trying to think of a good They Might Be Giants quip"
Randomize
