I think we should urban dictionary "drive of shame." It involves a sprint to your car in his underwear and shirt, surreptitiously trying to put on your bra on at stoplights without attracting attention from neighboring cars, and lurking in your car a block from home so you can know when your roommate leaves for work.
I don't remember much but I remember it was a unanimous decision that Santa was indeed real and Cait's stripping somehow proved this.
I'm still not walking right. We need some boundaries for "drink-or-dare"...
Also on a more serious note, what says pull my hair more: straight or soft curls?
But fine, we can play that game. You can come over and we can have totally platonic, long, boring discussions. Or we can fuck. Whatever.
Ok. So I've woke up in a hospital. New thing to top that.... Waking up and realizing you've been locked inside the bar by urself at 430 am and all the doors are locked by key
He was sleeping, but the way he was made him look like an adorable, fuzzy penis
Yea no bueno and I only brought enough weed to last one night. And it was no Hanukah nug, it didn't last 8 days.
And all I ask is the occasional "welcome home from work" blowjob.....and for you to fold my laundry. I hate folding laundry
What!? It's 7:30am on gameday. This keg is not going to drink itself.
we could do so many fantastic illegal things together. sexually and otherwise.
I may have been mad at the Supreme Court/patriarchy and tried to hate fuck myself.
pesky things like morals, self-preservation and cowardice are not needed. overkill is nothing but a word. there will be blood.
My roommate is fucking his gf in the shower and i really have to pee do i just bust in or pee on his bed
It is like...the most transformative hard on I have ever had.
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