I'm going to an arts college, I live next to the frat houses, and my room number is 420. god has plans for me and I couldn't be happier.
In a meeting with the accounting department. This shit is even more boring in real life and there isn't a professor to wake me up.
I am moving slowly w him. I havent even masturbated to him yet.
Fuck him for salsa, please. I heard its a good recipe.
Three things I need a picture of: your friend, your bong, and your dick.
Im sleeping in your bed. Sorry for the sand and the noise and the loud people. Im starving
Your blankets are not drunk friendly
Like it was the Mama Mia of shit shows. That bad.
The sad thing is; I'm getting used to walking around feeling like I could hurl at any minute.
new costume idea. paint swatches and a ball gag... I'll be 50 shades of grey.
She can't brag about all the anal sex she has and then expect me not to awkwardly stare at her boyfriend when she brings him around
So you called me the queen of nudes yesterday and I'm still not sure how I feel about it
I've never had sex that lasts this long though. It's ridiculous. I feel like I need a Gatorade and a sweatband and a sub.
He literally had a Trump sign in his front yard. I just can't now.
3 weeks in a row I've pulled '69' at the deli counter...God is giving me shit for not getting laid in a year....
well you're talking to a woman who had glorious sex less than 24 hrs ago so my opinion is biased.
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