last night was a success...if success means i don't remember the guy's name and my panties are somewhere in the parking lot behind the bar
okay I may or may not have wrapped my body pillow up in your t-shirt and sprayed it with your axe and am now spooning with it.
again? I'm starting to get a little creeped out now.
It's gotten to the point where even copying off yahoo answers is still way too much work.
The guy i fucked last week got done first on the test in my 900 person class. If im pregnant at least it will be smart.
i wish i was a boy too so i knew what a blow job felt like
wait one more day. tuesday is my official "i hit on you and/or we hooked up this weekend" friend request day.
I decided to follow my clitoris instead of my heart.
He just made a mudslide using rubinoff and swiss miss packets. This can't end well....
What's his name?? He crossfits 6 times a week, works in finance & is into the occasional felony class drug. His name is irrelevant in order to know if I wanna bone him again.
Aside from the possibility of pregnancy, I'm going to call last night a raging success.
I'm gonna send you a dick pic now just so your uncomfortable at work
idk i just feel really unsatisfied. like something's missing from my life... maybe it's chicken nuggets...
Why is there a waffle in the knife drawer?
The real question is why are there knives in the waffle drawer.
Fuck the library it's too quiet and makes me uneasy. I feel like I'm so isolated I should take off my pants or something
If you dont get laid dressed as Woody Harrelson in Zombieland, I have lost all faith in the men of nw Indiana.
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