Aj just asked if we were going to the bulldog tonight..i told her no because of the expense and tests coming up..but mostly because i don't want herpes
he kept doing his monologue, "if a vagina could talk."
In a car. Threw up in my mouth. Haven't said a word in 10 minutes.
By the third Id pass back i figured the bouncer had fucked one of us.
This isn't just a hangover. I can feel the blood moving through my veins, and it hurts.
I HAVE to find her. I've got a pretty decent pic of her footprint on my headboard. Wonder if I can get one of the podiatry majors to help?
We have your weave and dirt in our room.
Or I could hide in your trunk so you can sneak out of putt putt for sex breaks
I apologize that you just fell victim to my random thought of how to make a blow job come to life via emojis.
I sucked his dick by a creek, how romantic.
I'm in my math teacher's garage hiding right now because I fucked his son last night. It's fine
I've never had to say don't judge me for chip clips in the shower before
While I was giving him head he told me he had to go door to door the next day and "spread the word of Jesus Christ" I felt like a Disney villain out to steal his virtue.
I can't really text bc it's too expensive but I thought youd like to know I just shit myself in a gift shop.
Obviously you're feeling a little sexually frustrated.
I consider humping a stranger every ten minutes when I walk in the street.
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