just survived the first fart of the relationship.
Im not sure if he just tripped or was star gazing, but i gave him head anyway.
he had a blacklight sublime poster, of course i had to do him.
we marched down beaver avenue with lit tiki torches humming the olympics opening song.
If you don't come out tonight, who's going to wake us up in the morning because they're fucking in the middle of the room where everyones sleeping?
We are doing handstands and somersaults in the pool. With an inflatable beer pong table and our regular beer pong table. We're ponging by land and by sea
As girls, Bert & Ernie are not very bangable costumes. At least not by who we'd want to get banged by.
I was kidding. But I promise you I'd still find us the most eligible bangables, even if we dressed up like a dumpster and a prom night baby.
I think I died last night. I had 14 beers..well 13 1/2 if you count the one that got spilled on the baby in the elevator.
You can wear my underwear. It'll be like old times.
You told the cop FUCK YOU AND YOUR TASER, i dont think he appricaited that
U touched your head and and said "oh look blood" and then looked at me and touched my face... And said war paint
I'm fine w planning around your penis prospecting. Saturday it is.
I'm serenading his dick with my words. I understand how poets get inspiration now.
I'm pretty sure I naked in my first year of college more than I was as a baby.
sad thing: we were only a shot away from an orgy. good thing: we all got laid.
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