Don't worry about it. I've taken so much Plan B, my uterus is purely for show now.
apparently it was the return of drunk burrito sex.
on a related note, did you know that the fire alarm in our apartment talks?
I keep reminding myself that my vagina isn't a homeless shelter.
Hes stumbling drunkenly around the streets of New York with a balloon vagina on his head. I'd say hes having a good night.
I know. My only sports are biking to buy drugs and running from the police.
We're pregaming our midterms. Also, when we get our tests back, we're taking a shot for every point we lost. If you're not in, you should just go ahead and transfer.
im sure shes a lovely person but i cant be friends with someone that doesnt drink. its just not right.
They usually take it with their boobs. It's like a horizontal motorboat
When you wake up, just ignore the mess in the bathroom. I'll take her home when I'm off work.
WHY DOES HE HAVE TO CALL WHEN I'M MASTURBATING?! This time I'm really pissed. It's like he knows he's depriving me of orgasms.
I be dancing. See you soon. You can drink tequila from my pants.
Is it completely inappropriate to base my morning after pill purchase on if they sell coffee or not?
My crotch smells like fire and I can't find my pants
Met a beautiful Irishman two nights in a row. I may never come back.
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