so im goin to clemson & my drug dealers goin to penn state. this is the hardest breakup EVER.
M WATCHING THE HISTORY CHANNEL AND IT SAID THAT WHEN THE LUST PART OF THE BRAIN IS ACTIVATED THE JUDGEMENT PART IS NOT. THIS EXPLAINS SO MUCH.
Wasn't a date. In exchange for artichoke dip I received a bj. And sex. It was a transaction.
I lost track of him after he threw the handful of pennies at the 2 female cops and ran into the darkness. I heard a tazer and a scream. All that is left is his flip flop. Its like hes drunken man-derella.
Better than road-head. Just got model-home-head. Also got a disapproving scowl of judgment from the realtor on the way out.
Can we just talk about how awesome I am. I just slept with a new guy while listening to the previous guys bands cd.
He is peeing inside and sticking up for himself. Those are two of the four signs of the apocalypse.
Last week in my political science paper I quoted the Mighty Ducks. This week, I compared the Constitution to a weird pickle law in Connecticut (by law, it's not a pickle unless it bounces). So, yeah, clearly I'm ready to be back to being a college student.
Lets just put it this way. Im meeting his nana after a mind blowing orgasm.
I just rolled a blunt at my desk. Happy early Friday!
he was definitely tindering while i gave him head
I just kept thinking.. Holy shit. We're fucking in my front yard.
I've come to the conclusion that my issue is I'm not fucking a guy with a headboard
Yes ma'am. I'm attracted to unconventional people, you know that.
True. I can't judge, half of my sexual partners I only know a false first name & a number. We all have our kinks.
So bottomless mimosas = me waking up in a truck bed in a random neighborhood with no purse or phone or idea how I got there.
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