I woke up this morning under my fitted sheet and my legs through the sleeves of my sweater.
What do you want? Don't say anything that would make me look like a pussy at the store.
my being single is dangerous.
Just got my econometrics book in the mail and started flipping through it. Our Thursday parties may turn into u convincing me not to kill myself.
He's sitting on the floor holding his bracket and crying, literally crying... he just keeps saying "Kansas how could you?" over and over
Fire inspection over. Blunts are OK
Remeber when I drunkenly made out with him this summer while he was getting bitched at by his girlfriend on the phone? Yeah, neither do I. But I'm pretty sure that same thing happened again last night.
No worries you cant actually turn into a wine snob if you brew it in your closet....
I've reached the slutty point of no return. And it feels like multiple orgasms and coke lines
I had to drink a couple beers this morning so I could attend the keg race. Hangover had to dissipate or it wasn't happening.
The best part of that night wasn't even the sex, it was listening to her explain to her boyfriend why she was naked in her room while I hid in her closet.
She's cute, but batshit. Like some kind of dominatrix disney princess.
There is no sno cone on earth better than alone naked time. Side note: text when you all are headed home.
Stripper just cleaned my glasses with her nipple...
You're the horniest male I have ever encountered
Makes it sound like you're a scientist documenting your discoveries. I warned you.
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