I'm basically sure i was the reason for glitter on his penis
walking back to the dorm.. she is flashing evryone, demanding beads. we tried to stop her and now she just keeps yelling "Bourbon st bitchesss"... you get her tomorrow
I'm not really sure what went on in my mouth last night but right now it tastes like what I can only imagine is a mixture of astroglide and peanut butter. You hungry?
I was desperately holding on to my sandwich while we had sex.
he just looked at me, said "i think i'll keep you around, you put the seat back up and everything," and then burst into tears.
cocks speak louder than words, as they say
Nobody says that.
Hungover. Have to fix everything I've broken. I'm gonna be very late.
"what's it like being a dancer turned stoner" well, i can change the netflix using my feet mid bongrip, so there's that.
I just remembered that we had an in-depth conversation about how it was too stressful to wear pants.
who sends a dick pic at 3 am on a sunday honestly
seriously. and now it'll take him hours to clean up the glitter
And then I discovered that while drunk last night I called the NAACP and left an angry voicemail demanding they fix the racism at my school
it's pizza time hurry your sexcapades
Dude she smelled like bar-b-que sauce. I can't think of anything better.
I miss you.
Yeah, I don't want to have sex.
He told me that I should keep my socks on next time because he read somewhere that it'll help me orgasm...
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