I'm going to leave the fate of whether I go to my midterms up to my dealer hitting me up or not
I've decided, even as much fun as it sounds, I don't care for his sodomy box.
Between the plague n the counterfeit drugs we brought back from mexico I'm not thinking too highly of their country right now. Screw mexican homeless men.
The 9th floor RA wants to know why we stacked 21 cinder blocks in the shower, and I can't remember. Do you?
Less talking, more tequila
After the nose/jizz incident i think our relationship can handle anything.
It was like die hard. Except with more penises.
Post walk of shame: realized the underwear I put on when I left was another girl's underwear.... woof
You suck at answering, but you did manage to avoid a fun conversation about hemorrhoids. So maybe you're great at answering.
It was a "my chaser needed a chaser" kind of night
I was Jaeger weird. I was rolling on the floor pretending to be an Olympic gymnast and my name was Gina
I told him that if he cleaned the bathroom, I'd blow him. You could eat off the toilet. Seriously, get over here. This is the cleanest you'll ever see it.
I'd like to buy a season pass to your dick please.
we went book shopping, so yes this relationship is going to be about more than sex
I'm wearing jeans from 7th grade and drinking a fucking macchiato. This better be a good day.
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