literally every day that goes by where he doesn't talk to me makes me more determined to get him to have sex with me
First drunken handjob: not successful. Second handjob, mostly sober: much better. Nightly news brought to you by me.
Apparently you can legally be topless in Boulder, CO. Get on it.
walking around pouring bird seed on passed out guys in the quad.
And by "hammer out the details" you know I mean spending 20 minutes on wedding plans then getting wine drunk, right?
So the keyword here is "hammered"?
five cans of playdoh and a game of guess whose penis ...
Just saw a couple chasing each other on lawn mowers. Oh South Knoxville.
I'm on the porch day drinking and the neighbor is in his yard screaming about his amazing sandwiches, maybe we should move.
He made me tacos after the sex. Best date ever!
I shall relish in being the most basic of bitches
taking shots alone in my kitchen before I go learn to give a lapdance. when did this become my life?
It's not even a normal fucking affair I've found myself in. It's a fucking bdsm clusterfuck.
We're sort of like brothers. Except with more sexual tension. And we don't look alike. Or are related.
So we're not much like brothers really.
all I know is that I was naked, and there were cheeto puffs everywhere...
Funniest thing happened to Chloe! She talked the bf into a mmf threesome, and he loudly and enthusiastically discovered he was gay during it. Whole dorm literally heard it happen.Well funny for me. Chloe not so much.
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