its summer. and we all know college gfs do not count in summer.
college gfs dont count ever. theyre like getting corn rows in jamaica. you feel cool at the time. then you go home and people make fun of you.
i just put a booger in my mom's hair and i just needed to tell someone.
I do have sympathy for you. It's just not going to manifest as a blow job.
So. Much. Sex. I feel like i ran a marathon then someone kicked me in the vagina. Soo worth it
Like that time I held Annie up and she peed all over the window.. We make a good team.
It looks like a tornado ripped through our living room and scattered clothes everywhere.
Count the bras. It was a category 3 whorenado ... I convinced the lesbians to come back to the apartment for a bottle of wine.
Her throat is strong enough to gargle peanut butter. I'm sure you were satisfied.
Her dad high fived me on the way out the door. Not the reaction i expected after she came so loud.
Is the party worth it?
I am drink. Beer pony and singing.
My only positive piece of news is that my roommate is moving home for the summer, so our stress-relief sex will be much easier to get away with.
if i ever wake up in the morning and don't feel a boner in my asscrack then this relationship is over
Desperation looks like a $1 bottle of vodka and warm Cuban tap water.
Watching a bear prancing around in a tiara is worth a loss of bar time.
I have like three friends I don't have sex with, what did you expect
walked into my room this morning clutching two empty bottles of sminoff to find my roommate's ultra conservative parents staring at my posters of naked men. fuck parents weekend.
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