So I'm cool with the whole break up, but it sure is a shame we didn't get to use those handcuffs.
I fucking love fucking science majors-- she told me that she wanted to know if her gag reflex got better or worse with alcohol, and that her initial evidence had been inconclusive. So, next few weeks, yeah, gettin blown periodically. All I have to do is keep a log.
I think misery doesn't even think of me as company anymore. I'm an unofficial roommate.
No mixer. Vodka in yogurt?
at what point did you think saran wrap was a better alternative to shoes?
We are probably going to have to use your boobs as currency to get this done
Were you rubbing your penis on me while I slept? I smell like penis.
We fucked in my trunk while on the clock....what did you do at work today?
I don't think she can come out, she went too hard in the Intro to Theater Drinking Game at 2:30
I asked if anyone's pants felt wet on the bottom, like a half hour after mine did. I had just peed my pants i had gotten so high no biggie
then she lifted her dress, tweaked her own nipples, and then ordered another round for everyone. this place is wild at 9pm.
And my nipple is sore from him biting it. That is not a complaint.
He is 6'5, went to a Christian school and he's a violinist....I'm going to fuck the jesus right out of him.
Everytime after he came, he'd laugh uncontrolably for ten mintutes. He was sober..
Someone made a Christmas song to the Flintstones theme and I'm suing for emotional distress.
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