eh.. i should've known it was headed downhill after he used the phrase "pussy sundae"
At some point I made a semi-conscious decision that i was okay with sleeping in my own vomit.
His internet searches, listed chronologically: sex slave, volunteer sex slave, lava
he would probably call me "ma'am" when he's inside me. people love saying weird shit inside me.
drunk doesn't even begin to explain it. dude called him and said to bring you back because he'd already called dibs.
she has tattoo'd to her hips "grip here" this is why they made spring break
Just walked by a group of guys calling out walks of shame with a mega phone from their front porch.
he squeezed my boobs like he didn't know what else to do with them, then turned down head...
told you he was gay.
She's the drunk girl with the air-horn and sunflower seeds.
why is there a broken handcuff locked to the ceiling fan
Remember when we partied so hard that dude died and it cockblocked you hooking up with my sister?
I forgot that happened. That's the second dude that died on a vacation I've been on
No man we're leaving now. The party will probably be busted soon. O and a bitch started throwing knives around the place, like real actual knives.
We're now referring to our nightly Skype time as "strokes of genius." Long distance sucks.
After we banged he volunteered to ducksit while I went to work. I think that's true love.
Honestly, I want an afternoon of mild abuse, mixed with face fucking and general molestation that turns in love making, laughter and cinnamon toast crunch naked in bed.
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