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"
you sent me the whole alphabet, one letter a text. it took 15 minutes to read them all
he came on my stomach and it was 1000 degrees in his car. i smelled awesome.
i just masturbated in footie pajamas. there's no judgement here.
Fuckbuddy couldn't meet, so she's trying to find a substitute to come fuck me. Best. Fuckbuddy. Ever.
Note to self: You can't deep fry cheese-its.
The liquor store was handing out free shots of some new expensive vodka, but they caught on the fourth time we came back in different outfits. Politics.
We didn't even make it to the door before they came out saying we weren't allowed in because of last time..
I once puked on the side of the hwy driving home and it somehow made me feel more Canadian. So don't rule it out
We tried lying really still and being really quiet so that he wouldn't notice us before he left the room. Forgot about the glow in the dark condom.
I now have a bottom rung on my kissing scale. Like I can say "Well. On a scale of Matt to Braxton he was probably a Zach." It's the little things.
I think we can say happy hour is successful when you have frosting and southern comfort in your hair.
Are you going to regret this?
No I do t think so
Ok then he can enter the holy dorm temple.
Jus pulled over and stole. Corn out of a. Field. ... get on my level
I guarantee you he will only fuck with old bitches from now on
Randomize
