If my vag had twitter, what do you think it would say?
I'm trapped in whichever ring of hell is populated by inbred yokels and type 2 diabetes.
in retrospect, i probably shouldn't have referred to his dick as "travel size"
Whatever is fine with me, as long as I am dressed in green and end up shitfaced.
By the end of the night i was making legitimate noises not just saying moo.
nothing like a cross blunt to celebrate the birth of our savior
just saw sorostitutes streaking near the university president's house. thank you tequila day
Just think Febushuary. A whole month of 70's esque bush! This is the dream
I just gave myself a sponge bath with your sock. I hope you don't mind.
we need to invent and abuse teleportation
Then. Omg he showed me A CARD TRICK AFTER WE CAME
but seriously, an anthropology paper shouldn't be hard if you're trashed, right?
Like at first he was barely doing anything. So I was like harder and then holy shit he's like going all HULK SMASH on my vagina. I mean it felt fucking awesome. BUT STILL
My brain is like a TV with 10 channels, 9 of them are static and the other one just plays that one Nagito Komaeda edit on loop 24/7
Wakes up in a cold sweat at 3am, 136 unread messages and the preview on the notification is "I JUST GOT TO THE INCEST PART"
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