tell her no need for introductions. and that you've read about her on the back of toilet doors.
Not only do prius' look terrible they are terrible to have sex in
she went to type in rate my professors and rate my pussy came up in my recent searches. needless to say, i will likely be masturbating to the aforementioned site tonight.
He kept singing "who's that peekin in my window" we thought he was high til we realized someone was lookin in the windows.
We did lines off of a Whitney Houston CD case. That makes everything okay.
Half my make-up was stuck to his thigh where I'd fallen asleep after the blowjob.
so thats a no on the drunken crutches race 2moro
UPDATE: lighting the grill with Bacardi. Haven't slept. Forgot the hamburger buns. Almost out of our eighth handle.
My drug dealer just texted me that his kid had a rough sleep and was running late to deliver the ounce to my office. Totes adorbs.
oh god my hair smells like rotten vegetables, sweat, and tequila. I wanna party with your neighbors every night.
He came to my Harry Potter marathon wearing a Hogwarts uniform. Of course I fucked him.
He didn't have much of a personality. But I had like 100 orgasms, so that's cool.
How good was the sex? She sent me a fruit basket the next day.
Taking a shot every time the Russian in COD says vodka... BEST drinking game ever.
she wouldnt leave because they were playing One Direction. I'm dating a thirteen year old.
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