I wish i could convert my hornyness to productiveness. I would have written a fucking book by now.
after a month anything with tits is on the radar
no. you can't hotbox the world.
Check Facebook. Random dude tagged us in photos from last night dancing at Denny's while eating a sampler platter. 1. How does he have our names, and 2. You said we ate at Tbell.
I'm one ex away from doing an entire victory lap of all of the guys I've hooked up with since second semester of freshman year. Single me is scary.
as of this morning I have officially vommed on the highways of 6 different countries. It's a proud moment.
Something like that. Healthy diet of beer, ranch sunflower seeds and sex keeps me young.
Technically, I traded a soft pretzel for sex last night...
They're either celebrating their tax money or trying to kill each other.
He asked me for a pic so I sent him a pic of my boyfriends dick.
He carried you out but the best part is you kept saying "can't I keep dancing" as you were gushing blood
we need to make pact to not cut each other's hair on coke and whiskey nights.
While I agree, I dont think thats realistically possible
I was just tongue fucked into oblivion.
This is why I should’ve just stuck with blow jobs. I’m good at blow jobs. Blow jobs never fail me.
no real plans this weekend. trying to derail the alcohol induced fucking hell train I've been riding for the past three weeks.
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