If my vag had twitter, what do you think it would say?
And secondly i just said i'd pay ten dollars to have sex with you
I had to sleep with my math professor to pass algebra. Apparently my blowjobs are only C+ quality
He came in my nose, then said it would help clear my sinuses.
we got cut off at 8 am. He spilled his drink three times on the plane. this should be one hell of a vegas trip
Ive waited a long time for a girl with prescriptions like yours.
I plan on being naked for at least 2/3 of the wedding.
I want to get my vag crammed with complete loss of every bit of dignity I have left by this man from every angle on every flat surface that exists. That is all.
It took all the strength I had tto sit at my desk and not tear off my business attire and run screaming from adulthood and flourescent lights.
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"
Three Architectural classes: $990.00 Architectural supplies: $300.00 Changing majors and using my architectural supplies to roll blunts: Priceless
He just walked from his house to mine. Walked in and asked for a hug and then left.. And he's sober.
Apparently last night I yelled "the cops were called on a mother fucker and that mother fucker is me." And then proceeded to exorcise a sandwitch.
Going to the ER, I'll explain later but apparently drunk me isn't allergic to peanut butter.
When campus security rolled up he stole their car and drove it like 100 feet. Then he walked up and gave back the keys because it was a hyundai.
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