she went to type in rate my professors and rate my pussy came up in my recent searches. needless to say, i will likely be masturbating to the aforementioned site tonight.
no where in the syllabus does it say "no alcoholic beverages allowed".
I made a tournament bracket for the girls that Im talking with.
No one understands that once a girl pours a handle of smirnoff all over herself, clearly she is wasted
Its so fun. We're having a music war with the boat next to us. They have strippers.
You kept saying,"there's a seahorse in my stomach, who's trying escape". This was after the curtains attacked you.
he's hot he just has too much baggage, and has really fucking skinny ankles which freaks me out
you aren't having sex with his ankles, As long as knee caps and above are good, i'd go for it
On way back. With a shopping cart. Minimal casualties.
'TWAS BUT A GLORIOUS SIGHT. BITCHES.
So how did it go?
I'm not sure if it was all the eggnog or all the alcohol, but hosting an eggnog pong tournament was a mistake.
He called my vagina "the man cave", and I found it charming
Y'know i appreciate how accepting you are of me being a terrible person.
You just sat there staring at your apple and saying "I'm so glad you're here" to it every time you took a bite.
Whenever a guy asks me why I like weird sex stuff, I just answer, "Catholic School".
Jarrod's passed out on the chair with a cup of milk and I've been staring him down in an attempt to use telepathy to make him spill it. Attempts unsuccessful.
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