I had fun last night. We should have sex less often.
I'm not saying he has herpes, I'm just saying he slept with my friend that has herpes.
i actually have a tan line from him holding my boob while we were sunbathing
when a girl feels in her heart, the way she feels in her vagina, anything is possible.
he climbed up to our party on the 2nd floor balcony and then pulled a glass mug and a beer from his knapsack. these freshmen are intense
what is the protocol for being hungover enough to vomit in a potted plant during my botany lecture?
I'm not wearing underwear, I started my period this morning, and it's super windy. Recipe for disaster?
No way. Every time you have sex with him you'll end up staring into those eagle eyes and stop mid-orgasm.
To sum up. The glass blower from the ren faire ate me out last night. Best ever. Go find yourself an artisan.
This is the most boring acid ever. I feel like a child. But thats okay, I've been a child before, its nothing new.
What I do when I'm blackout drunk is none of my business.
Would it be weird to jack off in the hospital?
Do I lose at life if I cry in a grocery store while buying a pregnancy test?
All I need to do is acquire a Shrek costume.
Please don't traumatize your girlfriend too terribly. Have fun.
We are so disgustingly codependent and I wouldn't have it any other way
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