It's pouring out. I am cold, wet, and miserable.... Kind of reminds me of our sleepover last night.
I wouldn't necessarily call it an addiction, more of a passion. I'm habitually passionate.
on my arm i have a score card from when we apparently had a competition to see who could harden his nipples fastest..
who won?
THAT is your concern right now?
once i realized i was actively trying to drink the beer i was sweating out of my body i knew it was time to go to bed
Going to have to start putting down newspaper if puking the bed is going to be a habit
You drank everything last night. It was like this huge deconstructed long island that went on for 5 hours
He called me while he was having sex and asked if I wanted to go get mcdonalds
Do you have any idea how hard it is to concentrate on legal issues with the ghost of his giant penis in me?
Taking a shit on the side of the road is not how I imagined this morning would start.
It was close. I was the girl scoping out where all the garbage cans were located in the class just in case.
This is why you don't heavily drink before 2 midterms.
trying to figure out what happened last night by looking around the apartment.
naked man under the piano. THE PLOT THICKENS.
he sent me the greatest dick pic I've ever received.
he actually took the time to cut a fingertip off of a glove then put it on his dick like a beanie. he called it hipster dick.
He watches the nature channel every time I am here. It's like a manipulation technique because baby zebras will get me every time.
My vagina just clenched in fear
You just kept mumbling about the carpet being covered in stains that looked like the face of God. Until you decided that they were closer in relation to Dumbledore.
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