Where is the hickey?
I don't care. He smelled like a fucking chilli cookoff
Found a cheerleading trophy in my shower this morning. Explain.
obviously he has no clue about college dating. it goes drunken sex then the 1st date
thank you for tagging me in all my pictures as "skank" and yourself as "made by the hands of God"
you woke me up at 7 am banging on my wall.. what the hell
thats the international knock for joint time
I'm one ex away from doing an entire victory lap of all of the guys I've hooked up with since second semester of freshman year. Single me is scary.
i was gonna do a lot worse than just throw cat food on you while you were passed out, but then you sleep vomited and i felt a little bad
when i saw his roomate the next night he kept openly referring to me as "the girl who orgasms loud" when he would try to get my attention
I need to beat up a magician now. BRB.
Well, you've continued the theme of living with people who's dicks I've sucked.
Do exhausted, barely concealed hand jobs count as joining the mile high club?
If there was a gecko involved in your BDSM I'm gonna have to request that not happen when we live together ;)
I just saw a girl on the phone crying and eating a sandwich. Thats talent right there.
I just found a nug casually in my room under my duffel bag. Is this a sign I need help?
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