There's a "art of the blow job" class in the city. We should go
Baby, I'm all set with that. That would be like trying to teach bruce lee how to kick someone in the head
The best part was that when i tried to chase her she ran off in one of those barbie motorized jeeps that little kids use and i chased her on a big wheel, thru lincoln terrace
you threw up in someones recycling bin and left a note apologizing. how drunk do you think you were?!
I'm graduating. Then you'll never see me again.
We better fuck soon then
I just realized I've stolen a hat from every guy I fucked. Except the last one. Maybe there is hope for me.
I feel like hell. The amount of black beans I found in my hair tells me I hit rock bottom
Talked to Nate, told him he was a douche. Will give details when sober. It's ok. You're my best friend together a wolf pack. Olive juice.
dude, you declined head because you wanted to tell her about how you put cinnamon in your weed. also, we're low on Chef Boyardee
He probably tastes like german chocolate and coffee beans
Seriously though, my ovaries are trying to crawl out of my body and into his pants.
That's just weird. That doesn't make sense sexually at all. I mean, you might as well tape a pen to the tip and try and write your name while you're at it.
I'm hungover from arbor mist I'm so white
Well she started to strip and when she slung her hair at me, she painted my face with sweat. A LOT OF SWEAT. It was a weird boner.
How about we just fuck in random places all around campus, and skip the boring relationship part?
I must stop trying to make out with my friends when I'm hammered.
Slept in and having coffee. No sounds of whipping and no veiny dildos next to me. This is good. How's your mornin?
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