ive decided theres a fine line between accepting money for sex and letting someone buy you late night taco bell and knowing that if he hadnt you wouldnt be in his bed right now
I'm going to an arts college, I live next to the frat houses, and my room number is 420. god has plans for me and I couldn't be happier.
I am about to be in my happy place. (the shower with a 6 pack)
I got vodka in my stocking. Having an alcoholic mom has paid off.
how do i tell her that i need alcohol to fuck her but at the same time i cant get a hard on with alcohol.
Whoever had sex in my bed during the party last night left a glow in the dark condom on my floor. I'm not even mad anymore, I just want to know who it is so they can tell me where to get one.
I fucked him in a hamburger. literally. he has a hamburger bed.
Hey thanks again for rolling me that blunt necklace. It was amazing.
"thanks for the sex" was written in lipstick on my bathroom mirror. i'm officially done with random hook ups.
As he was under the stripper backwards, he yelled "we should totally be facebook friends"
Why do you think it's a no-pants party?
Invite says "dress to impress". Her fault for leaving it open to interpretation.
Somehow it went from suicide to pierced nipples. I think we're good.
Me and this random chick had a conversation about how to save the world. 2 words: Dance. Battles. I love drunk heart to hearts in bar bathrooms.
It's snowing in May and there was a law school party at the strip club. The end is near.
I'm happy in my shell. My shell which consists of keeping guys in the friend zone and me masturbating...
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