Everything went well, until I walked into his bedroom and there was a Ronald Reagan poster watching over his bed - creepy
i never thought i'd have to say "please stop having sex on me"
wow.
yeah, it was that bad.
I think I'm going to start texting all the people that don't want to talk to me
so jimmy johns showed up at our party last night. our house is sponsored now. living the dream.
Haha pretty bummed I didn't stay night yesterday after the bj fest you described
Heard in class today that they replaced our carpet in last years apartment because they couldn't get the smell out, dude we smoked way to much pot last year.
He threw up, and left his credit card next to the puddle. He kept on saying he wanted to pay for the damages.
I feel like I knew it was fucked up, but feared that god would take my dick away if I didn't use it last night.
I would really just like to get laid somewhere that's not on a bathroom floor at this point in my life
It is officially settled in my mind that fuck the hot grad student is THE goal this year
My liver is fucking rocky. Get knocked down 7 times and gets up 8. World champ
Just so you know in the morning, yes you did send your bartender a snap of your boobs. No I didn't try to stop you because you used sound logic for doing so.
Im selling my dirty underwear to pay for that cruise. NO JUDGEMENT . I love you lol ❤❤ also dont tell anyone
I'm surprised this is your first encounter with pepper spray. surprised, and somewhat proud.
also, when i showed up he started talking to me and eventually asked me if the girls treated me well. i went on to talk about my sex life. he was talking about his secretaries.
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