You know it's time to leave Spain when you are back and forth between Skype and a Spanish dictionary trying to figure out out to say "I can still smell you on my skin."
So we were sitting in his back seat and he asked me if I practiced giving head. I mean really, who asks that?
you yelled that ur labia majora was swollen at 3 am in the dorm hallway
he called me back to his office so he could lick a line of pixie stick off of my thigh
be sure to add "office slut" to your resume
i also performed surgery on a chicken burrito from what i can tell from my scissors
It started out just like any other night: was watching a Zach Effron movie, drinking tequila out of a water bottle. I don't understand how this got out of hand.
I will tell my future kids about the time I went to the bar with a stomach virus. Like a champ.
Don't feel bad sweetie, you're not the only classy one in town. I'm still driving around with that tupperware of tequila in my cup holder from last week's Margarita Monday.
Let's just say I've never been so continually aware of my nipples before.
Logically he should not be walking around...after that fall he should be in a hospital in a medically induced coma
I don't know, but I assume drunk me had her reasons. I trust her judgement.
The ONLY place I sext is in my anatomy class. It's an amped up level of playing doctor.
What happened to fro yo and sex?
Can't we just go back to fucking and having your boyfriend think you're completely straight?
Me and dad were just reflecting on that time he found a gas mask bong in the backyard.
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