last night I thought his shirt said yale... but this morning it definitely says old navy.
Funny thing- my attraction to each one is inversely proportional to his level of availability.
I'll name the documentary, "The Adventures of Megan's Vagina"
I wouldn't necessarily say I'm in her pants...I'd say I'm more on the on ramp to the freeway to the long way to her pants. There really isn't a short cut.
Im pretty sure at one point a very high you yelled, with actual tears in your eyes, "im not wrestling with you anymore, you dont respect my safe word!!"
I FINALLY HAVE A REASON TO DYE MY PUBES BLUE!!!
The reality is I'm 24 and I have terminal breast cancer. Fuck yeah I'm going have sex with every hot guy I can. What, am I gonna worry about getting an STD or pregnant at this point? If I'm gonna die, I want to have any many big dicks as I can while I'm still able.
I was hooking up with him and then someone banged on the door and shouted "When you get the chance, will you put the weed on the veranda?"
It was marvelous. I was drunkenly conversing with my professor in some of the best Spanish I've ever spoken.
all night she kept rolling over and mumbling something about wanting an extendable retractable urethra.
The look of disappointment from my cat while I take nudes...
Only you would consider your best friend fucking your boyfriend to be a sign of everlasting friendship
does anyone know where bryan is?
last i saw he was naked, and crying in the bathroom because there was no more booze.
My books smell like weed. What does that tell you about my college experience?
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We left an ass print on the conference room table, but I don’t think anyone caught on
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