Job is the problem. Drinking, the solution.
you would pick up someone in the library
You answered the door when the cops arrived with a beer in one hand and a pillowcase over your head yelling "GAGA, OOH LA LA!"
You layed on my kitchen floor with a pile of m&ms at your crotch, said "your lightbulb don't match, is that one new?"
After grabbing my boob for a couple minutes he then decides to ask me if I was awake.
i will be the first lesbian to ever fail women's studies.
Now that I've lowered my makeout age to 21 I have a whole new sea to fish in.
Im on the side of I-10 covered in sweat, cookie dough, hollandaise sauce, onion gravy, and ground beef wondering how my life I ended up here
I wouldn't be surprised. You and I have basically synced up our brain chemistry by doing drugs together in the same way that two girls would sync their menstrual cycles by sharing a house.
I mean i can't really be mad...either way i was gonna fuck him or hate fuck him, so it's basically a win/win situation.
While eating post sex burritos I dripped taco bell sauce on my boob. He licked it off and asked why I hadn't thought of that before.
We have a vagina exchange agreement. Neither of us can hook up with any of our own law firm's summer associates. So we have a scout and referral program and invite each other to the other firm's summer events. Criss-cross!! Works every summer.
ted dressed as a cardinal led an expedition across campus. i felt like one of the 12 apostles.
I've got 3 hot dudes surrounding me. It's the Bermudick Triangle.
I think I'm emotionally ready to start being a slut again. I'm excited.
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