So im pretty sure the object of my emotional onterest is tired of playing with me....
I just saw a girl wearing a flannel shirt that would make 1992 cringe
she's got that wholesome 16 and pregnant look.
My family just suggested tequila shots. I had Vietnam style flashbacks.
It's not prostitution until you're out of college. Right now it's just strategic boning.
My clit ring got caught in his beard. Never. Again.
Every time I think about it I can feel His toe in my mouth and I gag, I'm scarred for life.
You know you're an adult when you break 100 to get 75 cents, to buy a condom from a bar vending machine in South Boston.
I just want to have such an intense orgasm that my heart stops and I die. I mean that would kind of suck for the guy I'm fucking but then again he could be like "I'm that good"
My night can be summed up in 3 words: Vodka. Threesomes. Hospital.
I think I may have just taught my whole hall how to give a good blow job. So this is college.
Want to do me the honour of waxing my legs again before I go to Mexico? I feel like it's a tradition we shouldn't break.
im single, its not even nine am on Valentine's day and I've already gotten laid. suck it relationships
The chances of me making out with someone next weekend are about the same as me not remembering it.
I'm literally about to create a tinder account. Just so someone drives me to get food.
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