I think there's some kind of asian convention downtown. There are thousands and they're all wearing badges and snapping pictures. I feel like I just stepped into your worst nightmare.
i have the juiciest gold medal in my pants
marching band practice is quite the interesting soundtrack to sex
She refered to her bed as the "cockpit"....I understand that this morning.
was it good sex?
i mean it was good for how drunk we were. and for how big the closet was
Home. Barefoot. Drunk. Crying. Puked. Brushed teeth. Washed face. Dying. Need Cuddle.
Started with us just having a beer. Now Ivan lit a torch to walk to the store, Ben smashed a 26 in the parking lot, and they're throwing broken shot glasses. Fratio Friday is something.
at least you know where his tattoos end, so it wasn't a complete waste of time.
Holy fucking shit the worst thing for a hangover ever--A FUCKING BOLLYWOOD MOVIE BLARING IN CLASS
I'm going to miss recovering from hangovers on the beach. Rolling around in my dorm bed and watching Friends reruns is just gonna feel like slumming it.
I wouldn't say I LOVE Pacman. I mean, sure, I'd battle against you in an epic Pacman struggle for blow jobs and glory. But I mean, who wouldn't?
Congrats on dating a convict, there's no fitbit badge for that one.
Also fuck yeah conspiracy
you know you're sexually deprived when you're holding a warm taquito in your hand and your vagina starts to tingle
he asked me for a magic BJ...is that supposed to be different from a normal BJ?
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