Paul doesn't remember going to the bar and slept on someone's porch...doesn't know whose porch...maybe near Howard U.
i just heard someone have an orgasm and then throw up through the vent in my room.
You told me when we were leaving the club if I could pin point your nipple through your padded bra you would show me if I was right.
It feels like I've shaved away my winter coat and my vagina is going to freeze if I go outside.
He insisted that I looked like Kiefer Sutherland, told me he didn't know what to do about it, then hugged me awkwardly.
Yeah we can't find him. He left a note saying he left and isn't that drunk with what appears to be an attempt at the quadratic formula for proof. He also wrote down his number and left his phone by the note
her dad gauges his nipple piercings.
I was wearing my get used bookstore shirt when we fucked. Ironic yet appropriate.
I have got to stop taking so many uppers and downers simultaneously. My life is a Dali painting.
If we're single and alone together, the fuck angels shall sing upon our nude bodies.
Are there any rules against fucking the hot TA?
Maybe for her....
Her problem, not mine
Aaaand the winner of the worst decision of Sunday night goes to me as I pull up to his house in my lingerie.
And to be fair, I think we all suspect that forbidden sex with an outlaw biker might be worth it.
that moment you remember partying with someone several years ago.. and don't remember if you slept with them or not.
Well I only snuggle him I don't hump him. That's rude.
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