To answer your question of whether I "went back," tits just informed me I was kicked out for falling off my barstool and passing out on the floor...
wow, so sex, not that great its like masturbating with a warm towelette, like the kind you get at a japanese restaurant
it was my 21st birthday. took an old mans walker so i could stay till last call. reasonable right?
i realized boys travel in groups of 3's and girls travel in 4's..thats why it gets so tricky
like hot dogs and buns.
We are two peas in an std pod
Im celebrating the fact that the one guy who has ever denied me has just come out of the closet
Apparently I'm at the point in my life where I can wake up with a dick in my face and then go back to sleep
In the sauna. Drunk. When I close my eyes I think I'm a dog. Is that wrong?
From time to time I think I'm happy for a second and then I remember how a guy stopped me from giving him head on my birthday weekend.
Texas awaits me. And all the cocks that live there too.
Also I've come to learn that "type" and "fetish" are different things. Apologies for earlier confusion.
I told him the only reason I'd sleep with him is if we have a threesome because I'll need moral support
I miss using glorious as an adjective. I'm gonna start doing that again. And I'm gonna try to get cuntatrosphe in there some more, too.
So I think my motto should be "losing bras and dignity every weekend" but like in a really amazing way
I'm pretty sure I just won at life. I touched the bushy tail of a squirrel while he had his mouth full and was digging in a plant on campus. That is all.
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