On a scale of affliction to ed hardy, how douchy is in there right now?
I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
I had to puke in a pizza box on the drive home. People saw.
My parents showed me my IQ test from fourth grade, I'm shitting on my potential.
my three year anniversary of no dick sucking is coming up. you can throw me a party with a penis cake.
just threw up in the bushes outside my lecture hall. sometimes i hate the freedom college gives you.
he said 'i love fucking you, ashley'. it was the most romantic thing he's said during sex because he actually used my name.
aw he's cute...not in a i wanna rip his clothes off way more of a put him in my pocket and keep him as a pet
And occasionally lick whipped cream off them abs
Exactly.
I just banged that chick from the bar by speaking french. all i had to do was recite my grocery list
How is it I was the last to know everyone calls me tig ole bitties? Did y'all have a meeting about this that I wasn't invited to?
Moral of the story: don't have drunken shower sex with the lights off...or you WILL break your foot. And the shower knobs.
So much for doing Irish car bombs in my grandpa's memory.... Asshole.
At this point it's more of an experiment to see how much actual bush growth is possible. See, being single can be both educational and surprisingly comfy!
it's like he didn't even know what a vagina was
Why does 10AM Spanish always turn into a discussion about my sex life?
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