So how was he last night?
Five-minute foot-long.
you screamed 'he won't go on a date with me, but he gave me a free junior chicken'
well imagine, me dating the manager equals free junior chickens for everyone
Can't show you right now as we are in public and he refuses to let me photograph his penis in a bar.
I think I might stay on campus instead of going home for thanksgiving and see how many townies I can hook up with and no one will be around to judge
So I did end up texting him last night... I asked him how he felt about haircuts... not sure where I was going with that one?
I think I just sold a snake to a stoned teenager.
Tell Chris I said sorry for yelling "It's my vagina, let me do what I want with it!" at the party last night.
In times of desperation, never...NEVER put green apple scented hand sanitizer on your vagina.
He hasn't texted me back since last week when we sexted. I think telling him I wanted to choke him with chains was a bit much for our first time.
There is an alarming amount of food in my bra.
You sent 2 glasses of water to the table next us and told to the waitress they were on you. I repeat: water
This night could easily degenerate into a drunken haze of strippers and gambling, but I need a support network.
My parents heard a lamp fall and crash and the dogs were barking like crazy so my mom got up to check. she found you peeing in a corner by the tv. And you kept shhhing her.
I woke up naked in a tent. I was more upset that the air mattress had deflated.
That 2-CB was ass.
You mean the asprin cut with pez?
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