That girl really should ne nicer to her vagina. It's not a playground.
Apparently hers is a theme park.
and then he said he has been waiting since high school to touch my boobs
Tell me you remember me getting a tampon from the girl throwing up in the next stall
Last thing I remember is Dusty riding the bikes we "borrowed" from the hotel through the CVS while the rest of us picked up the girls who were laughing at him
I just had a flash of memory of me asking all of the girls if they were on their periods. If they said yes I said it made us moon sisters.
Sorority life is like alcoholic girl scouts, plus douchebags in polos.
When I got up in the middle of the night, puked in his trash can, and snuck out the front door, I pretty sure he knew it was over.
In college, I had one standard. Penis. A lot has changed since then. Now I really only have one standard. Breathing.
I can feel my liver begging me to stop.
We need to go back to the barter system so I can sell my body and just be done with it.
Your headphones are on the door knob and I left you a burger on the door step.
I need a genital shamwow being this wet.
I will consider it. I need to determine if ogling him is worth almost certain death via zipline.
What use have I for dignity? It just get's in the way of the really fun stuff.
Is there a sexuality term for 'only wants hatefucks'?
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