we got back to my place and he started talking about feelings. i politely told him to leave and that he managed to cock block himself.
its not facebook stalking, its market reasearch
it must be christmas time, i've got a hankering to give a virgin a baby....
his cum tasted like old pizza and looked like old milk
I'm just trying to think of how much money Little Debbie would make if pot was legalized.
Now she's making me sit here and look at pictures of guys she likes who look like bears. She's calling them her bear friends.
Well, he sent me "techno kitty adventure" about 10 minutes ago. So, he could be anywhere.
Vodka @ 9pm. Library. Nothing can go wrong, I promise.
He said I did a backflip off the thing on the doorframe and busted my ass. I'd give anything to remember
For future reference, Twizzlers CAN leave welts.
dude a monday night stripper made you motorboat her. you should get that checked out
I'm just gonna go with where the wind takes me. if it takes me to his dick, so be it.
I'm not gonna lie, my internet creeping skills scare me. I'm like Liam Neeson in Taken
Would I do it again? Probably not but still,I don't regret a single ratchet thing I've done in college.
reminiscing on last night: why the fuck did I feel the need to stand on chairs everytime we took a jello shot?
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