And i was thinking, 'i'm happy to be underneath you, but i wish you weren't doing THAT.'
nothing says platonic group sex like a campfire and smores
he was so nervous about his first time.. it was like michael j. fox trying to put on a condom...
as we were stuffing their 24 of beer into our bags you kept saying you wanted cheese strings. closest things we found were kraft singles. as the guys came up the stairs you kept screaming 'GET THE CHEESE! GET THE CHEESE!'
DO NOT FUCK HIM ON MY BEAN BAG CHAIR
The little things make me happy. Little dicks do not.
We are lost. Everyone is drunk and it all went downhill after we iced the bus driver.
There is no way I am paying you $5 apiece for pot brownies you found behind a dumpster. $2, maybe.
The closest thing to a sext that you will ever receive from me is a picture of pepperonis on Greg's asscheeks, clenching.
I just windexed my mirror headboard, Lets get to work.
It's supposed to be a shit show, it's an end of the world party.
Aside from the possibility of pregnancy, I'm going to call last night a raging success.
This love triangle bullshit is getting out of hand. It's now a love polygon and I want out
how is it I left wearing underwear then ended up with none? and why is it they are on you?
The guy i took home was a circus freak. He jerked off 3 times in front me after we had sex. And he came every time.
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