and trust me i need no booty pop lessons
So I went out tonight...met a guy who slightly resembled my dad,huge creeper, he asked me to "hang out" so I gave him my moms number since he was more her type:)
You would get kicked out of the study lounge for being drunk the monday of finals week
What happened to him?
He was walking right behind us then disappeared.. turns out he checked his luggage at a night club, continued to drink and dance, then slept on the 4th floor of some museum
as you might have guessed from my lack of texts, the herpes have calmed down.
Everyone in the office is in total denial. I asked my boss what he did this weekend and he said "nothing much." But I know we were both thinking about the orgy.
It's like refusing a bong hit from michael phelps... You just can't do it
this dude, we had a connection. he kept smiling at me. it's like he knew i was gonna facebook stalk the fuck out of him
He managed to crash an entire train of shopping carts into a wall. I think he noticed my implants.
Lets just say my thoughts when getting dressed this morning was "vagina friendly" options
So what happened? Or does sex + ramen pretty much cover it?
after sex he fell asleep with his water bottle in one hand and his dick in the other at 6pm. I'm a winner.
I'm pretty sure I hallucinated the existence of an entire human being last night.
It's become almost a Pavlovian response. The sound of the vacuum being run by hubby causes an instantaneous involuntary orgasm.
As you were falling you yelled out, "save my burrito!" Priorities
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