This is not a drunk text right now. This is an i want your dick text. There is a difference.
how do I tell the students with a crush on me, that yes, I am open to receiving blowjobs in exchange for grades?
Dont forget the glove box taco bell stash i saved for drunk us.
As added birth control I warned him that if he knocked me up tonight I would name the baby Truck.
I'm eating cheerios out of the palm of my hand while I pee with the door open. Is this adulthood?
Just remember, if we get caught, you're deaf and I don't speak English.
How can someone be so bad at fingering? It's such a simple concept
I'm going to smoke the pathetic stems and miscellaneous particles that weren't good enough for all my other bowls because its all I have left. This is my bag's Rudy moment.
For the record, just because I'm a mess doesn't mean I don't know what I'm talking about when I give you advice. I'm way better at other people's lives.
I don't understand or I understand perfect - if were not talking about fried chicken I'm not sure what's happening.
When you're awkward as a teenager, it never goes away. You just mask it. With makeup. And boobs.
He kept telling me Te Amo last night. Over and over. And that he was scared. Drunkenly. In Spanish.
She shoved her hand down my pants and held my cock for thirty minutes in the bar. It was like she was letting all the other females know I was hers.
Currently looking up Winnie-the-Pooh porn.
That man fucks like a champ. The sex was so good I did him again in the morning just to be sure
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