So I don't have any furniture but we just skateboard drunk around the floor.
I thought about farting is his face when he was going down on me last nite.
I thought the one perk of the low caliber of men I've slept with thus far in my college career is that I would never run into them in the library. I've been here for ten minutes and we're on number three.
So he ended up throwing a watermelon that he stole from the cafeteria saying "if i cant have it no one can" of the 5th floor.
On a lighter note, my mom and I were playing scattergories, and for "things that you keep hidden" we both put dildo. Proof that we really are related.
All I know is I want him to tie me up at least twice a week and I have an overwhelming urge to cook for him. Could this be love? I'm so confused....
Today was my cousin's Kindergarten graduation. I happen to also think of it as a MILF convention.
this place is dumb. no one understands my Sunday morning alcoholism here.
Watching Rudolph while stoned is practically a religious experience.
Thank you for holding my butt in a non-sexual manner when its cold. I appreciate you and your warm hands.
He grabbed my tits and sang "you are so beautiful" to them before faceplanting into my chest
Good news! Blood’s flowing!
I just found a baklava I forgot I got last night so we can call it a day
Your dick. My mouth. We have 20 minutes.
I wouldn't have found her if it wasn't for the vomit trail leading into my brother's room.
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