Dude it was awful. I woke up with more strippers in my dorm room than those duke lacrosse kids.
the girl sitting next to me in class is using her birth control box as a ruler
just wokeup with my ethics textbook on my chest, animal crakers in my mouth and my dick in my hand. even aristotle doesn't have a theory for this one
it wasnt like "sexy" or whatever. like...she was smiling just standing there butt ass naked
tasteful.
He kept waking up periodically throughtout the night to bit my ear and pass back out.
so... the fat chick just walked over, shook my hand, then introduced herself as "versatile". shoot me now.
I think I just asked the Greek gyro guy on a yoga date.
I know it I should, but it's kinda nice. It's smells like unbridled enthusiasm and copious amounts of melt your face off sex.
The nausea has returned and I can't handle such things to exit my body so violently
She fell off the bed and giggled until she passed out naked. It was really weird.
Probably not gonna date her.
It was a blind-side dick pic.
WINE AND FILM. TALK ABOUT AN UPGRADE FROM NETFLIX AND CHILL.
I have already put on my inside pants.
My favorite bra is missing and I smell like beer and bad decisions. This is definitely a sign that hoe mode is activated.
I expected my Sunday morning walk of shame dressed as a sexy Dorothy would get some scorn, but nobody seems to even care
That’s because it’s 2020. The slutty costume walk of shame is a refreshing reminder of a time when wearing masks and catching communicable diseases was a right of passage, not everyday for the foreseeable future.
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