I wouldn't call it sex. It's like when you put a plug in a socket half way. It's not all the way in but it still turns on the light.
No I remember falling down the stairs I just don't remember it hurting.
I'm at Home Depot to get supplies to fix the wall we cracked by fucking too hard against the bookshelf.
You hit on my mom and then passed out in the kiddie pool.
I don't know what I wash first. My body or my puke painted car. People are judging me as I drive by.
Walking into the first day of college is like walking into a meat market. A meat market of sex.
You need to be more adventurous.
I am! Just not in a "I wanna get diseases" way
So apparently we wrote "Lube Shopping" in Paula's diary on every friday for the rest on the year....
Guess what I signed up for?!?!?!
Please tell me you're not selling your eggs.
I still owe him the card with all the sperm paper cutouts falling out like glitter saying " sorry you can't hold your load. Better luck next time "
He asked me who my new boyfriend was and I showed him a picture of my sex toys.
Good god, my descendants are going to be fucked.
Just because you are home alone for the weekend doesn't mean you can act like a nudist.
I accept your opinion but respectfully disagree. Also, I'm sitting in your chair.
I had sex with a boy who lives in a closet, that's like having sex with Harry Potter, right?
It's not a walk of shame if you run
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