I've come to the conclusion that as a grad student I would much rather prefer to get laid then get drunk
I think you know full well that a few years ago my stance was the polar opposite
She really thought E.D. was a sexually position.
I just masturbated to the audio from my psych lecture . . . this screwing my prof fantasy is getting serious.
Though I feel a moral obligation to take you there, point out all of the male supervisors and slap you on the wrist and yell, "NO!!"
Sadly he is straight as an arrow that is designed by a robot computer from the future with lasers.
This saddens me. Mostly because I want to see the schematics on that robot.
All i remember is you yelling at a stop sign and the rest is a blur
I was behind him snuggling, I told him I was the big spoon and he told me I was too little it was more like he was wearing a backpack.
Also this time, I didn't have a random creepy guy come up from behind me, grab my junk, and whisper "where's the cocaine?" in my ear. So that's also a win.
And then she said "welcome homeeeee!!!" As she got off. Best thing about being back from Afghanistan
I invited him to my hotel room via snapchat. I'm one hell of a classy bitch
Its one thing to reject me, but to reject me AND my hottest friend AT THE SAME TIME!?!?
I’m literally lecturing this class on professionalism, while my body is undoubtably covered in leftover cum from last night. I’m a fucking role model.
So on a scale of 1-10 how mad would you be if I sent you a picture from the inside of a strip club
I was told I was gorgeous and a whore by the drag queens. My night is complete.
My New Year's resolution consists of less weekday hangovers, more sex, and more money.
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