Everytime we come here you have an ex here.
I should be nowhere even remotely near facebook in this condition.
Another weekend, another 3 guys I have to awkwardly avoid while crossing campus...
How can it be called memorial day weekend....I don't even remember this weekend
I owe her a pancake or a second hand orgasm
I'll tell these girls I'm like the pet adoption center...don't play with it if you're not taking it home.
He looks like a fat version of lurch from the adams family and smells like fritos. This is not the caliber man I want pleasuring himself to the thought of me!
An don't say it's "personal preference" cause I don't buy it. I just want to have normal cool guy balls. I don't want to be the dude that's still rocking the equivalent of the "mid 90's bowl cut" of scrotum haircuts.
I'm sure we could go all project runway on our diapers and create some flattering absorbent thongs. We could do it on the Boat. Call it project rumway.
he's like watermelon oreos; I know they're gross and weird and I shouldn't like them, but I can't stop eating them because they're there.
My breasts were aching with rage.
Like when I see him I look straight through his appearance and just envision a big walking penis.
Btw...refried beans is a terrible thing to throw up.
I've had more sex since the twins moved in than I'd had in the previous four years. They are the best wingman ever.
So? Find me, fuck me, then you can go to sleep and I'll leave.
Wow. That's the most amazing thing anyone has ever said to me.
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