also referred to as T.P.S. (Toddler Penis Syndrome)
You came into my room at 3am.. drunk.. and asked to do spanish homework together. Props for being a good student.
Yes..we had amazing sex that I have a 50 percent chance of remembering.
I hope my orgasm sounds aren't secretly that bad and no one tells me
How does this dude know what a dying walrus sounds like? That's the real question
Yeah its great. Whenever we want a new bowl we hand it to Trevor and he clears it in one hit. Definitely one of the benefits to having a swimmer in your circle.
He held the beaver pelt from the fireplace over my crotch and asked his friend "she look familiar now?", he then remembered my name.
All I remember is a very aggressive two-stepper who inadvertently made me give myself a black eye with my own beer
"Stranger danger aquaman" were the last words i remember. help me.
Just when I thought he had turned a new leaf, I see a "Let me get you pregnant" shirt in his closet
You played Frank Sinatra today after we had sex. You moved way up in my literal book of men. Congrats.
Fine line between drunken accidental sleepover with your best friend's lab partner and gay sexathon. I did a cartwheel over that line. A CARTWHEEL THAT LANDED IN HIS LAP
I'm committing myself to dance. Also, I'm unsure if you said space party sounded lame because dude was old, but I hope you're over it because I love space, and I love David Bowie and I love to dance, and you need to embrace this with me.
During my first week as an adjunct prof, I played a fiercely fought game of squash with a law student and we wound up having hot, sweaty, angry sex right on the floor of the court. She is either the best or worst thing to happen to my academic career. Will let you know.
i was watching the elves fighting on my knees while waiting for the shrooms to kick in then i realized
We're hate flirting, damnit.
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