I guess she didn't feel like it. There was hair all over it and everything
just thinking about him makes my vagina shudder.
I feel like I should I write an apology note to the frat for falling down stairs, passing out on the couch, and chugging the entire bottle of burnetts at semiforml last weekend. Apparently I was the main topic of discussion at their chapter meeting last night.
the whole story woulnd't be so depressing if i had made out with ANYONE but the piano player.
Basically as long as the fan is pointed at my vagina i can cool off enough to sleep.
You told me if you could get your shoes on, you deserved a coke and rum. We never made it to the party.
We're walking, taxis are a waste of money that can be spent on alcohol.
Nope. Too hot. We just sat in my tub with cold water spraying on us drinking coronas. This summer heat is killing my libido slowly
Holding a cold bottle of mikes hard lemonade against my pulverized taint....this is my Sunday night
Explain the King Dong next to my face.
I won't let penises inside me if you won't let tequila inside you, deal?
Well, if worst comes to worst, I have pictures of his penis that I can put on the internet
It was great. He never spoke.
That's not why it was great, just that's all I remember.
By the time we got to McDonald's you were sharing a Big Mac with a stripper.
I keep worrying she's gonna have a repeat of the time the ceiling fan was talking in Chinese
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