I found the seven page love letter I had written you. I'm sorry i was so obsessed.
you're putting all your eggs in a very hungover basket
so we have officially lost him as of 7 hours ago.. already called campus security, the drunk tank and the hospital. figure he'll turn up eventually..
i'll start checking the bushes on campus.
They nicknamed me the gargoyle. Sex with me is getting gargoyled. The last one I fucked yelled "gargoyle me" for dirty talk. I think fucking me is part of their pledging initiation. Somewhat OK with this.
He crawled in my bed this morning, ate me out, and even brought me a panera deli sammie for lunch at school. I don't care what he lied about, all is forgiven him.
I just got a flashback from Saturday night of you helping me wash my feet in the bar's bathroom.
Yes perhaps we are both wrong. And did you call me bj girl?
Wine floats aren't as good of an idea as they seem
Just found my bra in a bag of chips on the kayak floating about the pond. Sure sign of a good night
Dude, you were dipping oreos in vodka and asking people to try it, "It's so good!"
Idk what the interview would be like but I imagine you in a suit and tie surveying a nervous freshman and eventually leading him into a labyrinth of debauchery and clapping him on the back, saying "welcome to the fraternity, son"
He kept saying "Welcome to Indianapolis" over and over while we were having sex...because that's his hometown. I was scared and confused... I didn't know if I should have said thank you or what.
As long as there is beach, drink, dick, in that order. I’m in.
He had a tattoo of the Batman logo around his asshole. I noped right the hell out of there.
There's even glitter on my cock...
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