To answer your question of whether I "went back," tits just informed me I was kicked out for falling off my barstool and passing out on the floor...
Now it won't go down.
You've got a gift.
For some reason fuck navy didn't go over quite as well as say fuck michigan;
You sent her a pic of your dick with 'guess what you cant have anymore' written on it with a marker.
I just used dish soap as body wash. I smell like a dishwasher exploded. isn't the end of the semester fun?
Our brains have an emergency blowjob override switch. You saw proof tonight.
I was puzzled last night that there were shots waiting for us when we got there. Just read my messages and saw you were ordering from the bar via texts.
Long story short, the rash from your last birthday party told me not to go to this one.
No, I did not fuck him for football tickets. I fucked him for tickets to the superbowl. I'm not that much of a slut.
i can't believe i'm giving you sex advice.
i've gotten sex advice under stranger situations. like while giving a blowjob behind the communications building.
the last thing I remember is taking a pull of ever clear and chasing it with vodka
"suitors" is just a nice way of her saying "the guys i'm fucking"
Sorry I drunk. I wouldn’t eat those pancakes. I think I put glitter in them.
Remember how slutty I thought she was when we were freshmen?
Yeah! But that was a long time ago. Plus, you use your sluttiness for good!
Dude i just passed out while getting head...she cried
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