he asked me to marry him on one of those scrolling message belt buckels.... what now?
We've finally become those guys who you'd see in middle school when you went to the park who are just stoned out of their minds sitting on the swings.
We argued about the championship during sex. Absolutely the manliest moment of my life.
at least he lost his v-card with a bang... or should i say the clap.
They're here. One showed up as a slutty Crayola, and I think the other came as The Fat Friend.
All that matters is I got the megaphone home safely
Why have they been driving around the block for the past 30 min?
He told her it was international road head day.
today's workout consisted of me putting my fake in my sports bra and running to the liquor store.
IDK but this explains my bloody dashboard.
He said he wanted to go to France " just to piss in the nice areas". I want to fuck him.
I can't! Its just like the night that I bathed you, I didn't tell anyone.
I just plagiarized Dr. Curtis Connor's ideology from Spider-man in an essay on genetically engineered embryos. College: academic integrity at its finest.
I mean we don't talk anymore but I still see him around wearing that sweater he stole from me after we had sex
I got so drunk I thought my tennis court was a corn field so I laid in it and ate pizza
Are we at that level of friendship where we can share slutty stories and not hold it against the other person at a later date ?
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