I'm thinking we should try to start remembering stuff we do. Althought I kinda like feeling like Nancy Drew the next morning.
More like the Hardy Boys cause its kinda like a team effort.
he then started listing things that have been up his butt, never drinking in boys town again
I learned nothing from that class except drinking and chemistry go together great.
all nice guys are gay and all hot ones are assholes
You're fat. Stop making excuses
I swear if his heart was half the size of the cum stains he's left on my sheets we would have the perfect relationship
Well on a lighter note, guess who just threw up in the elevator
I found your bra. How you get it off the satellite dish is your problem.
Someone shat in our tub last night. I'm not pointing fingers but you priors make you a prime suspect.
Next think I knew I was pretty much using his penis as a microphone... No more playing Eminem during hookups
He said he was a banker. Then he told me he made 15 an hour. I said he was a shitty banker then fucked his friend.
he left a full can of coors light underneath my windshield wiper, like a love note. if that's not husband material, i don't know what is
And it's settled. 10 months is the appropriate amount of time before having the dick pic discussion.
he asked me where I was going to school, and then we started having sex, and I answered his question forty five minutes later after we were done. It was the chilliest thing ever.
At one point, the bartender wrote out the words "please kill me" on some receipt paper and slid it across the bar to me.
It's nice doing the walk of shame at 530 am, the birds are chirping, campus is empty, and it's dark so noone can see who the Fuck you are
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