he texted me telling him i gave him the clap. but i think he gave it to me and i gave it back to him
If you really hate me that much, you need to stop letting me put my penis inside of you. It sends the wrong message.
winter break is gonna be like a weird mixture of rehab fat camp and holiday cheer.
just thinking about him makes my vagina shudder.
I can't make Walk of Shame Wednesdays a recurring theme.
I can't wait for round whatever # we're on tonight.
Well two things you gotta know if you're gonna live here. your alcohol tolerance is gonna need to go up, and people do blow. Get used to it. Nobody is gonna pressure you into it. That shits expensive
you were making out with a guy that looked like Fat Albert, I kicked you in the vagina but you didn't stop
I think I reached some stage of aging, have a sore/injured shoulder from sex, next up carpal tunnel from sexting.
He followed me on twitter after I posted a drunk screen shot of a tweet. It's like he gave me permission to stalk him on a whole different level.
Dad's already had 6 Zionist conspiracy rants and moms trying to detect any "dark energies" in my soul. You have 4 days before you return to this shit: ENJOY THEM
and then you two started interpretive dancing to Mozart
YOLO is a great motto until you end up with Chlamydia
Someone's gotta tell him drunk sex comes before dating
I bonged champagne. And did keg stands. What in the actual fuck am I doing with my life?
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