My entire life is one complicated drinking game
The class that normally occupies the room we use for my Monday class had to do posters as if for a Hamlet movie and they pick actors for each character and this person wrote "Robert D. Niro"
just had sex in his gielfriend's bed, and puked all over it. i need to get out of here.
I love having hate sex.
i believe i can now do shots of gasoline with no chaser. its been that kind of summer.
I could get a dump truck for 1000. Think of the possibilities.
My mind hurts. I feel like I drank sand yesterday.
IM PICKING UP BLOW FOR US STOP WHINING ABOUT SEX
by "whatever happens, happens" i meant "we are totally hooking up again on tuesday." i thought that was obvious.
There is this threesome scene that is literally 10 minutes of straight fucking
Omg so it's educational?
There are days when you go to throw something in your bedroom trash can and realize the only things in there are a used condom, a Lime-arita can and a muffin wrapper.
I heard them banging and it sounded like he was trying to stuff a fucking coconut into her
I'm currently in h&m wondering "what exactly is the class level of a swingers resort?"
I guess daylight savings isn't a holiday we need to celebrate for three days...
Remember that time we were together? Yeah, I don't miss that.
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