the people going to church this morning while i was walking home did not seem as pleased as i was with how many beads i earned last night
Just beat my spinning in office chair record. Almost puked. Totally worth it.
had to bail. she had her cat tattooed on her
I feel like my vagina stays drunk longer than the rest of me. It's always super sensitive and hungry the day after drinking.
Every single time I start thinking that we shouldn't have done that to him, I think of his ballsack in our passed out faces. No sympathy.
Pre-drinking/conditioning my liver for this impending hurricane party associated with cat. 2 hurricane Irene. Be ready to roll in a weather channel minute.
I am the sex elephant in the room. Again.
Went outside and he was playing rock paper scissors with a cop over a drunk in public ticket.
Yeah sorry about that. I got pulled into the Russian student society's end of term party. There was too much vodka and eurodance to come help you pack.
I'm gonna send you a dick pic now just so your uncomfortable at work
We were both too drunk to drive home. So we did it in the coat closet and then I walked home. 20/20 hindsight: Could have both walked to my apartment and then had sex there.
Update: his apartment is apparently in the campus Christian community center. The fact that I fucked him on the couch in the lobby is officially my crowning life achievement.
I had to fake it. He was punching my vagina like it owed him money and enough was enough.
How does one take the "you're the best sex I've ever had but I'm marrying someone that's sub-par in the sack" mind fuck?
I pity the fool.
Thanks Mr T.
It wasn't until after we began having sex again the next morning I realized I didn't know his name.
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