So im pretty sure the object of my emotional onterest is tired of playing with me....
508, what difference does it make? You were alone, anyway.
Her vagina smelled like hockey gear.
Finally jerked of with a banana peel.
she made me put on a condom before giving me a handjob...this is why i hate freshmen
So he thinks I sent him a picture of my boob last night, but it was really just a close up of my arm.
Hooking up with him would mean my type has officially become... drug dealer.
I remember halftime. Then I woke up in Spain. I need a drink in order to process this.
Was booty called last night and I was so blacked out that my roomie made me puke before going to "eye of the tiger." Why I'm still single is beyond me
I look like i have multiple stab wounds in my foot and there are footprints from the elevator to my room. What happened?
I'm serious. I have boob tassles if this is an exchange thing.
I had to hose off vomit off my driveway at 9 am.....so hot
I somehow turned head, shoulders, knees, and toes into a sobriety test
my morning attempts to try to have sex with him was interrupted by the passion of the christ parade going on outside my house
If he wants a future he'd best figure out the calendar function on his phone. If he can invite you to his penis he can invite you to his google cal.
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