home. puking in laundry basket.
We went to his house and he brought a jar of pickles to bed. I think im in love.
My brother just put in eyedrops to talk to my mom on the phone
i am one more weekend without sex away from dosing him with viagra and locking ourselves into a closet.
I picked the lock on the bathroom door and sang him a song while he pooped. Why is he mad?
the fact that we had sex in the dining hall makes it seem so much more like home.
The cops knocked on our door just to ask us if we were really having a no-pants party.
You then proceeded to tell me how good of a cook you were and put raw cookie dough in the champagne.
you crashed our wine night double date and sat on the floor eating cheese talking about how big his dick is.
Awkwardly walking by your fuck buddy and waving a casual hi in his direction like nothing has happened is probably the best thing in my life
I DON'T EVEN KNOW ONE MINUTE IM SITTING HER THE NEXT IM FLYING PASSED THE MOON
PISSING MYSELF IN ZERO GRAVITY
THOSE AIN'T STARS U SEE TONIGHT GURL
Riding the train home at 6 am for class still drunk is losing its novelty in my junior year
We hooked up in his car and afterwards he cried. I think I need to find a new hookup...
Ok so I'm not gonna ignore the fact that you had sex on a frat basement floor and spent the last 4 years wondering how you got HPV
so then the cop took one last hit off our blunt and then drove off in his car and we just all stood there thinking, yea... that just happened...
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