After going down on me he either said "there, it's over" or "there's an odor"... I couldn't hear him and was too embarrassed to ask him to repeat himself. I just got dressed, grabbed my bag, and left. So I don't think there's gunna be a second date. =(
I wouldn't necessarily call it an addiction, more of a passion. I'm habitually passionate.
We need to start having rules for the weekends. Like no more downing 3 shots because we want to slut dance a little harder or because biggie just came on.
dude, showing up drunk to physics was the best idea ever. I just tripled my participation for the semester. I love st pattys day
once i realized i was actively trying to drink the beer i was sweating out of my body i knew it was time to go to bed
Oh my god. I opened up my microwave and there was a pile of bacon in it. It's like my mother knew I'd be hungover.
What happened to him?
He was walking right behind us then disappeared.. turns out he checked his luggage at a night club, continued to drink and dance, then slept on the 4th floor of some museum
I just googled if crying burns calories
Just took an adderall with a shot of tequila while doing my makeup in the parking lot at work before I go in. I'm also late. They're so lucky to have me.
You forgot the part where I played Slip and Slide with my own puke and fucked up my knee.
Made it just outside my dorm and yack on the front dirt. Wave to a dad thats staring, continue on my way.
I jammed my finger giving him a hand job. Don't ask how, I'm still trying to figure that out.
I danced with a french guy who licked the sweat off my neck and poured a drink on me. Not gonna lie, that shit was refreshing
That jawline could fucking have its way with me.
He listens to me complain and in return I send him naked pictures. It's a win win situation
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