I'd wear matching sweaters with you
words of advice: black light parties reveal cum stained clothing.
You found Muppets From Space a little too intense, so you just sorta sat on the ground and stared at the wall plug for an hour and a half.
his blanket is still in the back seat of my car, its like a constant reminder of his small penis
and I believe it was when I was running to class to take a test still drunk in my Halloween costume that I realized I have reached that point in the semester where I just don't give a flying fuck anymore.
my pupils became my eyes and i slept with a cloth in my mouth again
I really shouldn't be this use to hearing "YOURE THAT GIRL?!?!"
Bless her heart. Her stupid, drunk, adderall-ed heart.
We christened the whole apartment and fucked on the balcony. It was amazing. I'm 100% sure downtown heard me climax. Now we can unpack.
She was yelling at the tater tots, "In five minutes, you're going in my mouth!"
Also the girl beside me smells like she's been in a deep fryer.
I just watched my high school guidance counselor pee in the backyard of this party.
Why is it pressure? I want to see your cute face and possibly sit on it. You make it like its a bad thing.
Right. Cuz nothing screams "You made it!" quite like selling your used underwear to strangers you met on the internet.
I’m tired of his bullshit and premature ejaculation. I’m going to hotel bars and finding a guy who is DTF
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