We should takd a huggy cab to snuggle bunnyville
After he proceded to violently molest my tits until 9 am i snuck out of his room only to meet his mother downstairs, who informed me she heard the giant sexfest going on in the room next to them.. this was before she called us both "chickenshits".. worst walk of shame ever.
LMAO!!! just remembered you said this to me last night. "sometimes you post too many Jesus tweets. It's not that that's really bad... But I roll my eyes and you should know that."
I was drunk but it's true
I can't ever handle being "that girl" again. At least not until next semester.
he got a charlie horse midthrust which triggered my orgasm we're still sorting this out.
When the cops come you probably shouldn't be poking cars with a stick.
there are ass prints on the hood of my car.
In hindsight, the torn ligament in my knee is probably the fault of the ginbucket and jager bombs starting at 3pm. I guess I'll stop blaming it on you.
So can we talk about how we all three made out with the bike taxi driver in lieu of paying him. I'm not even mad, that's resourceful. You know what married girls would have had to do? They'd have had to pay.
Too much alcohol and too many lesbians. I can officially say I have regrets now. At least that's something.
You peed on someones bathroom floor while saying people are rude for not flushing
You said this was your mistake shot and then vomited on the tv. Never forget.
You know for a guy who frequently jumps into stuff without thinking it through, your can do spirit is lacking on this one
It was like being run over by an orgasm freight train.
Upstairs definitely just had sex while I wrote you love poetry. That was a fun experience 🤷🏻♀️
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