He's marrying her, which means that she is his most important person in the world, so you gotta deal with it...okay?
Conclusion from last night: Sometimes being classy isn't as fun as making out with a guy on a pooltable in a bar. Happy birthday, Canada.
It was one of those "since we're naked anyway" type situations
im not picky. i just want someone whod go down on me while im writing my psych midterm paper. thats not a lot to ask.
I just want a man to crawl into my bed with me and never crawl out. Anti socialism at his best.
I told myself I'd stop after three shots of fireball. Haha HA hA.
My diet has been 80% Fun Dip this week, soooo, no. Not good.
I've had sex near too many of the blankets to let our parents touch them like this
I don't think I bit anyone but I woke up to scrapes knees, bruises and new friends.
Currently on my Sunday walk of shame. Should I go to church?
You tried to prove you weren't drunk by loudly singing the romanian national anthem. Why the fuck do you even KNOW the romanian national anthem?
Fun fact. I just wrapped myself in wrapping paper for a sext. Is this a new high or a new low stay tuned.
She turned off her phone alarm (which was the theme song to Star Wars) and then asked me if I wanted a blow job before she went...of course I am going to see her again.
Oh, and Harry Potter. We could be fuck-and-Harry-Potter buddies.
She's chasing the cat around the house hitting it with a cardboard sword yelling "there can be only one!"
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