your youtube search consisted of "food slideshow" and "the angry beavers"
I left a cheeto on everyone's car trailing to the house i'm at, hanzel and gretel style.
It's like playing clue with my own life. I have to piece together what I did, where I was, how I did it, and who I did it to
There were so few words spoken that I'm not sure if it was make-up or break-up sex.
All I can remember is being told by a guy named Kyle to stay in the corner until the cops left. Then waking up on a porch outlined in beer cans 8 blocks from my house. Pregaming for college.
David pulled a magic mike again and started stripping on every street sign we passed.
No one likes a giant penis on their phone screen. I mean cmon. I'm a lady.
I spent a good part of the night in a bear hat claiming I'd changed spieces
He was licking my ear while recommending that I shop at IKEA. I think he's my perfect guy.
i feel like if my pee,blood, or vomit is on it...it should belong to me by default. can we make that a rule?
If you think that liquor is the way to shower sex then you're right.
He told me that he had never gotten a blow job. I sat there for a second, then thought "I MUST FIX THIS!" It was fucking fantastic.
No I come to this class stoned every week. Except last week when I was drinking in class
getting my period the day i moved was my bodies way of saying 'congratulations youre not leaving town with anybodies babies!'
I don't know, all I remember is waking up at 4 in the morning to him going down on me.
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