In regards to your tweet: as its been said on all of those posters on ffffound: keep calm and carry on
Where is the hickey?
We succumbed to passion, and then he had to go meet his girlfriend. End of story.
i feel like someone uncorked me like a wine bottle and pulled a living animal outta my arse.
She was wearing a "Got Beer" hat and your bed had necco wafers all over it the next morning. Another story for the grandkids.
My mom just asked me if I was gay in front of my gf
Okay, we really need to start training for the St Pattys parade. 48 hours of green beer won't end well if we don't prep ourselves. 2 week bender starts now
Nah I'm perfectly content solely banging the married bartender once a week.
That's practically a relationship for you
That dick who always called me a slut in high school showed up at the clinic with boner problems. Then I was assigned as his nurse. Who's laughing now. I AM.
I'm sitting on the floor singing Bruno mars while they cook and occasionally pet me
as he was bent over the toilet, he turned to me and said "barbarian kyle is much stronger than regular kyle" and then went right back to puking.
My whole sorority girl exterior is just a lie. I'm a fat tumblr girl on the inside.
I WAS KIDDING ABOUT SLUTEMBER BUT ITS ACTUALLY HAPPENING
He totally just went there for sex cuz he slept in her roommates bed the rest of the night after they were done...
pure definition of booty call.
Being single again makes you realize how guys can go from licking your asshole one night to never texting you again
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