I'm afraid my bank account can't handle syllabus week.
Today in psych we learned that you are a whore.
Me specifically?
Yep.
i mean, we fucked on the futon in the garage where his band practices. pretty sure im now obligated to like his band on facebook.
When I get home we should play "let's see how many Christmas movies we can watch before we start having sex."
I guess I was trying to make a cheese sandwich, I had to change my sheets cuz I slept on it and the cheese melted all over me, Dave, and my bed
I just realized I'm the burger in your burger and steak anology. Very disconcerting.
I puked in a solo cup and then offered it to him. So yeah, it was a rough night.
If those antibiotics mean you can't drink, ya might as well pack your bags and re-enroll next fall, because sobriety this week would be social suicide.
In my dream, you became a famous tap-dancer. Congratulations.
well that's the third time this semester that I've projectile vomited walking to class in front of dozens of people
My left boob kept making random appearances last night.
I still have a little drunk in my system
Googling enemas while I get a pedicure ... My life in one senence
college girl with braces trying to flirt with you...time to go
We’ve discussed sex and dinner. Like chicken nuggets while doing it doggie and watching tv.
Randomize
