I'm in a strip club that reminds me of a crack house from the 80's.
What kind of soap washes out shame, bad decisions, and whiskey?
Irish Spring?
I don't know what's more sad: The fact that he fingered the side of my leg, or the fact that the side of my leg feels like a vagina.
I told my rommate that he was pissing on his bed. He said "ok man" and took a step backwards and continued. He then went back to bed.
Santa Claus winked at me two tables over at the Chinese place tonight I was almost afraid he knew "getting laid" was my Christmas wish
were trying to schedule when i can give him head in between classes.
You made a list of reasons why you should be on fear factor. You came up with 2 reasons: "I like fear" and "I am fear"
At what point did we decide It was a good idea t have a wheelbarrow race in the parking lot?
Delete her number from his phone. He keeps slurring how he's going to get her "all sorts of pregnant".
All I remember is intermittent flashes of being passed out on the side of the road 3 or 4 different times. And telling him to just leave me there and I would walk home in the morning.
Faking my way through an entire party as a British exchange student. Wish me luck.
we're spending all day in bed drinking spiked eggnog and fucking
gonna guess the empty vodka bottle and open can of tuna in the bathroom drawer are related?
Because talking after sexting is equivalent to cuddling after sex
I love you so much and not just because your dick is perfect
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