So yesterday I was on craigslist and I saw a listing for a sofa-cum-bed. I knew what they meant...
Today a TA in one of my classes told me he thought I was 35 and going back to school as an adult learner. Alcohol is working me.
i am not listening to taylor swift on a pink ipod. totally not happening.
i was concerned by what you said you would do for a snickers. It wasn't even a Klondike bar.
I dont know if he should be happy or mad about it but he's too big for a blow job.
i'm pretty sure the only people calling it "sexting" are ones who don't actually do it
We all know tonight is going to end like every other night with you. drunk, pantless and confused. Dont try to switch things up.
Spent the entire ride home from downtown trying to convince designated dawgs to drop us off at waffle house instead of our apartment. i told them it was my house...they didn't buy it.
Can you work for me at 4? We might have just taken some drugs we found in the couch and... end of story
When you and that girl went into the bedroom, you yelled "FOR NARNIA!"
I saw that you sent me a photo and the first thing out of my mouth was "I swear if it's another photo of a dick poking out of a bubble bath"
SEX BINGO!
Canadian or clown?
Well for decently drunk, in the woods, last-person-i-should-be-hooking-up-with sex, i thought it was pretty good.
And to be fair, I think we all suspect that forbidden sex with an outlaw biker might be worth it.
I never thought I'd be judging my neighbors sex lives before age 30 but here we are
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