He was drunk at Denny's at 5 am saying how Dear John was the worst movie he has ever seen... eyes filled with tears.
Just TALKING to him is better than banging my bf, imagine what actual banging will be like.
the awesomeness of being snowed in wore off after we ran out of beer and we realized we really didnt want to be stuck with everyone.
Well at least he is okay. If you call the fetal position in my living room floor "okay"...
I could probably do something when Im able to get enough strength to think about thinking about to stand.
Maybe if more guys knew my pillowtalk occasionally includes me scribbling notebook diagrams of cell signalling pathways, I'd get laid more often
And you will no longer be getting a thank you note from my vagina
Impressive. I've never gotten straight denied and then chased the guy naked out of my own apt. I'll remember that next time.
.It's like gods test of willpower against vaginal comfort
Also, it was so cold in that bathroom that I saw my crap steaming, a first in my life
my roommate would be appalled if she knew how many times i've peed in the kitchen sink
I have someone saved in my phone as "This Hoe Ain'tit' Loyal" and I'm missing my superman boxers. Explain.
Yeah I'm just gonna shower and drink a gallon of coffee and drunkenly write my research paper. It'll be fine
I mixed Jack with hot chocolate. This may be the best or worst idea ever. I have yet to find that out
I went to steal condoms from your room and all I could find was chik fil a sauce
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