So theres a slight possibility i may not graduate according to planned because i was out getting laid instead of studying. And im okay with that.
Is it bad that on the course evaluation it said "do you normally try harder than other students in class" and i circled "absolutely false"?
Why is there not a 'day after acid' genre. Or even a pandora station or something.
so i may have indirectly taught my 13 year old campers how to give blowjobs.
i feel sorry that you can never enjoy the feeling of shaved balls
he handed me my panties in front of my date. turns out he wasn't that mad.
It's official, I need to start putting my vagina's needs before my own.
stop calling me dude. finger blasting me officially kills you being able to call me dude.
she visited to give me a bj between clients. Social work at its finest.
I only remember singing the Captain Planet theme song on our way to the bars.
Just took plan b with my eggs and chai...homecoming got the best of me already
Just assume that every drink in that house has alcohol in it.
Just brought out that old CCM hockey helmet. The one covered in sharpie penises with "DRUNK BUCKET" written across the front. The number of tally marks / initials from tonight's drunk stunts alone is equal parts inspiring and alarming.
I am the fucking FIFTH wheel. How do you think it's going?
Who knew sons of strippers would be really feminist boyfriends?
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