I've come to the conclusion that as a grad student I would much rather prefer to get laid then get drunk
I think you know full well that a few years ago my stance was the polar opposite
I went to his work to give him some blankets and ended up blowing him in the bathroom. See what happens when you don't come over?
I don't want her to kill herself before she gets over me, getting mentioned in a suicide note isn't very fly.
but it's kind of a high honor.
he's been in the country 4 hours and we just did it in the closet. he called me "miss flirtatious in the cupboard." i'm in love.
I feel like I ran a fucking marathon on my knees last night and there are bruises to prove it.
I gotta say, I do way better with the ladies than I do the men. So if it turns out being gay is a choice, then I'm going to go ahead and choose it.
Also I found and fixed my beer gun.
the reason i can drink whatever i want and you have a limit is because whiskey will never make my pussy not work
the best part of college is nobody can tell me not to eat six toaster strudels and jerk off in the shower
I ate breakfast with him. And by ate breakfast I mean we fucked on the kitchen table.
I think you are severely overestimating being able to get your lingerie back by posting the lyrics of Irreplaceable
LOOK, I was 19, and I made a lot of choices with my crotch which I'm weirdly proud of
Yes dear.
I brought those bastards cookies so they can deal with my sex noise, fuck them and their roommate asses
I was high as fuck laying down in the back seat while she gave him head. Most awkward chill moment of my life.
whenever dudes said you had nice tits you'd scream at them "This double push-up bra is full of deceit and lies!"
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