4:12a: just got back to his place now. I don't want to talk about it
More dangerous that a broken heart and a shotgun.
At what point did we cease to have vaginas?
Sometime in the sweat pants phase freshman year.
He can't get past my hymen. At least that's what he said it feels like.
im using the astroglide sample u sent me as a bookmark for the book im using to write my midterm paper. i need to get laid. bad.
He just slept in my bed for a couple hours and asked lots of questions about gay sex. No, I do not have his number.
Some guy just stopped me in the bar and asked if I had a shot named after me at another bar called God damn my VaJana hurts? He already knew my name was Jana so I couldn't deny it!
It's a bathroom floor kind of morning.
This was just another one of those days you wished you had a penis-size indicator instead of wasting your time isn't it?
I asked her to make me water, which in turn meant get me a glass. She handed me a cup of microwaved ice cubes.
I don't feel bad about fucking old guys. That's what I want. It's what I likeeeeee.
Still butthurt there's a framed picture of me passed out on the toilet in my grandparents' living room
Did you drink ALL that 151??
No. We drank all the jaeger... Then used the 151 to start the fire. We're also out of paper towels... And your hairspray is flammable.
All I know is I woke up with his business card in my bra and in my handwriting on the back it says 8 inch.
I'm sitting naked on my bathroom floor and it remind me of us.
That's my way of saying I miss you
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