its summer. and we all know college gfs do not count in summer.
college gfs dont count ever. theyre like getting corn rows in jamaica. you feel cool at the time. then you go home and people make fun of you.
i just spent the last half hour thinking about my totally irrational and intense hatred of wedge flip flops.
best googles of the semester: toe fucking, purpose of two nostrils, human tail. with pictures
I have located the smell of the stripper and narrowed it down to 3 girls in class
if the future wants me to fuck him, then i guss i have to
Having the sex-a-thon in the back yard led to some really odd tan lines.
Like handprints on my lower back...
I'm at home, drinking with my cat. While this is an enjoyable lifestyle, other plans are preferable.
I don't know what was up he just kept sitting in his chair smoking weed and watching home movies all night it was weird as fuck.
That hot guy i showed you guessed my exact bra size. I want to have his tan babies.
Smoked a joint with my old camp counselor and now we're going to a strip club. There is a god.
Any residual attraction has just been ruthlessly murdered by that mustache.
I'm not sure. But he has a pet sugar glider. So, points either way
As long as that's not his name for his dick.
Meh, all I have to do tomorrow is proctor an AP test. No loud noises and no physical activity allowed for almost 4 hours. Sounds like the perfect recovery period for a hangover.
New rule. If he's too busy to put the "H" in "what" then I'm too busy to put his D in me.
You set fire to his cat.
In my defense, I did not think it would be in the trash bag.
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