You hook up with other guys, let him talk to other girls.
no
There is a bruise on my cock the size of a golfball. Bad sign.
that's the last time we turn jepordy into a drinking game.
she wouldn't stop crying, so we sang her to sleep. i'm guessing you will find her in the same position by the toilet in the morning. night.
We fucked on top of all of our English papers in celebration of the semester ending.
So I commented on one of his pictures "who do I have to give a full effort blow job to, to get the Ides of March movie poster behind you" he responded with a number that wasn't his. I still texted it. I love that movie.
I think they were making kool-aid in my bed. There is lots of sugar and my hands and face are stained blue.
Yeah. I had to take off my shirt. It's soaked in weakness.
If I have to go to the hospital, at least put my pants back on. It's been a fantastic night.
Just so you know, classy bitches change the morning after in a CVS bathroom.
My heart is swelling with pride right now. I fucking love you.
Mate, you pissed in my bed. Then told me to "Just keep swimming"
It'd probably just be a lot of profanity and hyperventilation and deteriorating into tears anyways
so just a regular conversation then
I just had a very enlightening conversation with my hat. we need more of whatever the fuck that was.
I was walking back to the dorm and was made fun of for wearing a coat. I'M SORRY I CARE ABOUT MY WELL BEING.
I'm trying to make sure he doesn't drown in the toilet. Because I'm a nice lady.
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