So how was he last night?
Five-minute foot-long.
I wouldn't call it sex. It's like when you put a plug in a socket half way. It's not all the way in but it still turns on the light.
Well he asked to have a sober hang out so i guess that constitutes as a date in college
I don't call you at 3 in the morning to start a fucking relationship.
Received world's greatest BJ while in a planetarium. Was seeing stars while seeing stars.
I went from a chick that didn't like to have sex to one that can't get enough of it. I can't believe I'm going to say this but at 27 I think I need a happy medium
he's from indiana, of course he's clueless about "g-spots"
then she stuck her tongue in my ass
I thought we were talking about reason you aren't going to marry her?
but i'm paying and its not a date cause he's got a gf and i'm hooking up with his roommate tomorrow night
I threw up outside of a cab while waiting in a drive thru Mexican line while others who i don't know watched from their cars while they ate. Dinner and a show.
I though he and I knew each other well enough that we could go to my hotel room to do a bunch of cocaine together without their being any homoerotic implications, but NOOOOOOOOO!
Do you really want to know anything about the inner machinations of a furry's mind
I think we have some hyper-understanding of each other when drunk, because looking back at our text convo from last night, they were literally just jumbled letters.
Those brownies did us in. I honestly blacked out completely.
What brownies? Ohmygod.
because nothing says “let’s fucking rage” like getting a compensation letter and some company stock
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