So I have to ask... did I meet your lumberjack expectations? I mean, minus the red flannel and all.
I'm in the dining hall. that same guy is here again, the one who sits alone and talks to his silverware.
You seriously need to keep doing my sexting for me. I just said something about "riding cock like a dick rodeo"
I am a terrible person. This is almost as bad as when I was going to see my ex while my boyfriend was at that funeral.
Well, find something you can use as a snorkel and be aware of your surroundings.
He made off the wall shots in beer pong, stuck the girls dog in a cooler, and played with swords with her mom. I wish I got his name
I can feel the fear and stress bubbling in my stomach. Or maybe that is the pregnancy.
He was in Alberta for less than a week and is already banned from 6 bars. I fear for his general well-being over there.
Just successfully went through airport security with shrooms. It's gonna be a fucking awesome new years
I legitimately thought I was gonna die getting finger banged to ja rule in the back of your car last night.
Frankly, since I met you, I practically exist in a state of constant readiness for sex
you guys have a strange definition of the word fun. I would have said dangerous, terrifying, or life-threatening. of course, bowling can now be described the same way.
I'm spending tomorrow doing taxes and making jello shots. Is this adulthood?
Curing hangovers with more alcohol was a great idea for the first five days
Do you think it's illegal to drive without your pants on?
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