I decided that just having that story under my belt and being able to tell it to my grandchildren is worth the regrets of the evening.
just started drinking the sprite you used to ice your crotch last night. Missing you already
judging by the cake all over the hall, my neighbors had a pretty successful thursday too.
Hm, finding a time when my drinking and your real life don't conflict could be difficult
he told me i could have the honorable privilege of being the second girl to have sex with him in his new apartment, what a gentleman.
I told him finishing at the same time would be a long-term project. Like flipping a house. A sexual house.
Not yoga, whiskey. Totally mis-typed whiskey.
the best part of college is nobody can tell me not to eat six toaster strudels and jerk off in the shower
Her mom is a nurse who got called in to declare someone dead. Just got wing manned by a corpse.
Also I'm at the pub and there are old lady pirates gyrating on a pole. I wish you were here.
I just went to add a song I had never heard before to my "high as fuck" playlist and it was already there.
I'll pass on that plan. The lack of my penis in new vaginas is no where on the itinerary.
I'm now using my vagina for good, not evil. Trying to restore balance to the force.
She made me pour olive oil on her.
We damn well better have a snow day tomorrow. We just broke out the rum.
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