i've decided that sluttiness is like a disease, it can lay dormant in you for years and then one day you go to college and with all the booze and drugs and boys and time on your hands symptoms begin to show then one day BAM you're a huge slut. it's like how izzie had skin cancer and it grew into brain cancer.
She was having a seizure right in front of you, and you asked, "So there's no more donuts?"
you really dont want me to drink and drive. you saw what i did to my face and that was only from walking
does she really think making her boyfriend delete me on facebook is going to magically stop us from hooking up?
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.
It was awful. Mid hookup he started reading the titles of the books over my bed, which were about Russian imperial history. He then started asking me questions about the class I was reading the books for. I was like "WE HAVE TIME FOR THAT LATER, PLEASE CONTINUE."
I'm pretty sure at any given moment you could wring out my liver and get a couple of shots of jäger.
I came in and she was laying on the ground just stoking it saying "the floor is where our feet step"
Casually on the bus at 830 in the morning with a box of cheezits and a bottle of fireball sticking out of my purse....
I think the saddest part about my sex life is that most of it is pity sex.
Sloppy and selfish. Your 27 and you don't know where my clit is? BYEEE
It will be interesting
Isn't that your life's motto?
She's Jesus crazy. And one if not more other forms of crazy. She's 2.5+ crazy.
What's the best way to tell someone that I accidentally wound up in a gay harem?
enjoying your night?
do dogs like to salsa?
I dont know if that answers my question or not
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