I hate having morals and standards the next morning.
when the lights went off, all i could see was the glowing of the camera light in the closet... i got the fuck out of there so fast.
"Hung over, tired and having a faint scent of some body butter and random pieces of glitter from a girl named gigi, almost arrested in drug bust, $40 Canadian in my pocket and all i got was this lousy Tshirt" shirts dont exist, but they need to
I told him I wanted to have sex to "halleluiah", he suggested the poke-rap.
throwing condoms aimed at his crotch probably isn't the politest way to ask for sex
I dont care about anyone or anything else I just want to make love to you on my air mattress
So hungover. Sitting in class about to puke during this ladys flute performance. Not sure why were having a flute concert in biology
First off, get on bc solely in preperation for this event. Second, as my little sister you have a lot of whore to live up to.
God that barista is texting me bout his life like i care i mean dude just hook me up with free coffee thats why i gave you my number
the creek. my friends left me at a party next thing i know im in a breaststroke relay race with a bunch of randos in the dark
We fucked to showtunes. Never going out with a theatre major ever again.
What does that mean when you have a child masturbating in your dream? Is that weird?
Looking through last night's sexting, realized one is a haiku..
I'm in the smoking section between a transvestite molly dealer and a group of juggalos. I shouldn't be that hard to find.
Accepting his friend request would be the Facebook equivalent of pity sex.
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