how's this sound. You, me a box of pink franzia and a night full of possibilities in your basemen. I'll be me. You be you. And we'll see where it goes
So what's the moral of this story? Aside from 'lesbians hold grudges'?
fyi, we didn't break up, we just downgraded to occasional sex without ever talking about it.
It's nice to sit in the library and see the progression from freshman pledge to 6th year coke addict all at one table. Gotta love sororities
There's gotta be a happy medium between the guys who only want to sleep with me and the ones that respect me too much to try to sleep with me.
I wonder if they have a "21st birthday" section in the hospital..
let's just say if he has a penis and he hypothetically needs to put it somewhere... i would take care of that for him.
Russell brand is gross. Everytime I see him I just wanna give him a bath. He's like a used condom.
"You can go raw dog up in me". Exact words. I can't decide whether to run, or fuck. Help.
On a scale of one to liver failure, how bad would it be if I played thunderstruck alone?
i just looked at those "hey" messages and i was so confused and then i remembered we were practicing texting with our tongues.
I need time to grow out my leg hair and not be sad anymore
It's like we're in an emotionally distant three-way and there's not even sex to show for it.
Well I only snuggle him I don't hump him. That's rude.
Hmm should I take my nipple rings out before my sisters wedding/family vacation in Puerto Rico where I will be with my mother 24hrs a day for four days wearing a bathing suit seemingly the entire time? Or should I just risk it and not hug anyone.
Risk it. Keep the titties tough.
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