champagne bombs. Yes, i think that is where things may have gotten out of control.
I think we should make Neil Patrick Harris a permanent part of our role playing.
I'm in new territory... I've never had to convince a guy to let me give him head as an apology.
He poured syrup on all those broken dishes because "syrup is magical, and by the time we wake up, they'll be fixed."
Things we need. Powerade. Water in fridge. Mixers for vodka. And reality checks.
Got into the physics lab with my student id, hooked up over break when school was closed. I regret no payments for tuition.
Standards are awful. It's like living in the zombie apocalypse. You can only have sex with certain people
the number of desperate girls at the gym right now is unfair. it would be cruel not to let one blow me.
So are you actually going to come fuck me in the ass this weekend, or was that just you being drunk in a kilt?
I found a blow up pig at an adult store. He will have to fuck that on video if he wants anal. Also, I bought a pair of clear high heels. Tell your brother I love him.
I farted in his bed and then in my drunken stupor grabbed hair defanging spray to cover up the stench.
You've never really lived until you tell someone you have an STD over snap chat.
As much of a hooker as I am you don't slam where you drink
random boy in my bed. last night wasnt a dream. fuck.
Ahhh, the bane of our relationship.... His mediocre penis
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