similar to the time we made up the game of screaming at the top of our lungs any time a guy any of us slept with walked into the party. that went over SO well.
I told him I'd give him a BJ if he admited Hanson was good.
i asked why he had a giant piece of popcorn duct taped to his head and he said "No, it's actually part of my neck." so no, i didn't fuck him.
my way of studying for our final tomorrow: registering online to retake the class in the fall
is this the sara with the beer cane?
I am actually insulted by the long string of ugly, fat girls he hooked up with after me.
I saw he had me in his phone as "the fat twin"
Dude I've kinda accepted I may leave Nola with the clap.
So I stappled myself into my toga... that should be interesting getting out of later tonight...
This is NOT the time to take our hits and go to Disney. Let me repeat that. NOT THE TIME FOR DISNEY ON ACID
I'm not pregnant. Security came before he could.
Just got offered bathroom sex. I've never been more flattered.
Just saw the ex while I was at CVS at 3am buying Depends for my heavy flow
He said he's in to distance fucking. I thought he just mean long durations. We fucked on a towel all the way down his tile hallway accross his kitchen and into the living room
You were having sex very loudly, so I felt it necessary to blast the Thong Song, bust out the trusty old airhorn and walk in on you. MY BAD.
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