Ok seriously, can we bring back badminton?
Yeah. My legs are trembling...hard to walk. Feels like a neon arrow is pointing at me saying "just had sex (with not his wife)"
Its a long story, but I have superglue on my tongue
He is drunk texting me begging me not to tell my mom. Pretty sure he is about to offer me sexual favors for keeping my mouth shut. I love being the boss's daughter.
He came up and told us to watch as he chugged his beer with no hands. Then asked if he could come drunk swimming with us.
I have bruises on the inside of my thighs from sliding down the stair case...thanks for encouraging that slut show
at the end of the day, college isnt gonna be for everyone... and some of us are just going to have to learn how to breathe underwater while sucking cock.
He's acting like I should like him more than vodka and Taco Bell, but I just don't ser that happening.
the reason i can drink whatever i want and you have a limit is because whiskey will never make my pussy not work
him and the cab driver we buy e from got into a fist fight, about which show is better, futurama or family guy.
I actually had to apologize for "being too aggressive about harry potter"
Do you think if I had a tempurpedic bed he would still be able to feel me fingering myself after we have sex?
Bacon and your penis are involved. Of course I'm going over.
You took the receipt and ate it. You then took it out and gave it to the waitress with slobber and holes all over it.
No reason. My tongue went numb after one shot. I may die tonight
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