how was the sex?
he smelled like pickles and burnt hair.
well, there's that.
my lips still taste like vagina
so you liked breakfast?
ehh, still wish we woulda went to IHOP instead
I fucking love fucking science majors-- she told me that she wanted to know if her gag reflex got better or worse with alcohol, and that her initial evidence had been inconclusive. So, next few weeks, yeah, gettin blown periodically. All I have to do is keep a log.
My roommate is on the phone with one of her friends trying to figure out how she threw up IN her pants. I'm not sure whether to burst out laughing or direct her towards Plan B.
She cut off the top of a watermelon and is now eating it with a spoon. She's more than half done.
We made out for three hours. Then she said she didn't sleep with redheads and left the party. So yes, I'm still drinking.
When we were eating pie last night, I dropped some, and not only did you not judge me for far surpassing the 5 second rule, you let me use your foot to sock mop with. You're a good friend.
All I see when I think of you are dancing penis angels around your head.
I like her. She smells like old lady but tastes like whiskey
It was just...long. I started around 2. And I think i went to bed around 2. So 12 straight hours? I remember a milkshake and frozen grapes.
I already left my house once this summer. Maybe we could do something in October.
So I bought that bathing suit yesterday and got buyers remorse so I returned it today and then stole it. Win win.
Also, if you don't fuck me soon, I will die. I don't want to die like that.
You shouted “im bobby labonte!” In the process of shoutgunning a beer. He said you were too redneck for him...
I don't know, all I remember is waking up at 4 in the morning to him going down on me.
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