its summer. and we all know college gfs do not count in summer.
college gfs dont count ever. theyre like getting corn rows in jamaica. you feel cool at the time. then you go home and people make fun of you.
me texting you is like we have secret walkie talkies.
You don't understand, Single Ladies is like the Don't Stop Believing of the gay community.
I have realized now that neither the top nor bottom of a bunk bed is safe for sex....
i think you ate grass..but you refused to open your mouth so we could see..
I woke up with her little sister yelling "she's dead !!" from the bathroom doorway.
I held his ankles while he hung off the top bunk attempting to get my pillow that fell off.
...And then you kept screaming "cock mouth" in her face every time she tried to talk.
I know. I need to get a vagina tranquilizer.
Sometimes you gotta say "hey, its been a long semester. Let's puke before 10"
He managed to find a wheel chair and a super mario hat, now hes rolling around screaming "real life mario kart!"
the girl whose rug I peed on is here
He handed me a beer to drink as he went down on me. I want to keep him
I'm going to start talking to Bill again, he has friends with boats which means we'll get to go on boats.
I’ve got a sex swing and lube, he’s not going anywhere soon
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