clay aiken is like melissa ehteridge without the guitar.
We started making out, then he decided to get naked, put on a condom, and proceed to dry hump my leg, sweat pants and all, until he blew his load. I thought this was college. I immediatly left claiming I can't sleep in other people's rooms. He didn't even bother taking off my hoodie.
well after he sqeezed a zit off his forearm i got the hell outta there
We pinky-swore to never fuck each other again.
it never fails, everytime he manages to fuck my earrings out of my ears.
This adderall has me convinced I'm an Econ major.
i had confetti in my bra
i still find it in random places like a shoe or my car. that week haunts me
I petted my head, told my hair it felt beautiful and needed to be let free. Then pulled out my pony tail. Cheers to weed. I lose.
guy next to me on the train just pulled out two bottles of gin and a block of cheddar. is slowly making his way through all of them.
He interrupted me giving him head to ask if I were hungry, because he wanted to eat pizza. Wtf.
I have one goal now that I am in the USA. To find a man I can fuck into marriage before my visa runs out.
He played with my nipples while singing "How great thou art"
I sent him home with blood on his fingers and shame in his heart.
By the way, you totally deserve "i got a job sex".
Yes. With one-hundred percent positivity I can say yes, I do not want you covered in waffles and syrup when I come home.
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