No. I remember how loud you used to get. Trust me.
He somehow managed to accomplish karate kicking a door down, cockblocking my friend in the room, and writing "tits" all over the house with a blue sharpie.
I can't help but be optimistic. I'm like a ball of slutty sunshine.
Was I really yelling "girls night" at random chicks before stealing and drinking all their shots?
I think the last straw was when you put on ice skates to go across the waxed wooden floor.
There should be an open time period where you show each other your goods and it's totally socially acceptable to bail.
I wholeheartedly concur
i am laugh crying so hard the guy next door stopped playing guitar
Lack of response to this text gains you a half hour of freedom before I initiate operations to conclude you are not, in fact, comatose. You requested no mercy.
We were cuddling in his bed and I asked him a question and followed by making a microphone with my hand and told him to speak into it. If he never talks to me again that's probably why.
He called me khaleesi while I rode his dick. He wins
He plays guitar, sings like an angel, and acts like a gentleman. If I don't fuck him by the end of first semester, I'm dropping out
I'd like to buy a season pass to your dick please.
Apparently I was so drunk last night I got stuck in the revolving door at the hotel. They have suveliance vidoes of it.
I'm sorry my shit is everywhere... I accidentally got drunk while packing
you would not believe who i just fucked on my lunch break
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