At what point did we cease to have vaginas?
Sometime in the sweat pants phase freshman year.
How can it be called memorial day weekend....I don't even remember this weekend
It was the worst sex ever. All she did was tap on my balls with her hands like she was in a reggae band.
It was total unicorn galloping on a fucking rainbow awesome.
Not my man #1 and if he likes it then he should put a title on it. Till then the gates of hell. Aka my vagina are open for entrance.
We need a fire pit. Meat. And a keg.I mean like a cow we just carve from. And cook it. We can use the milk from the udder to make White Russians
Need to spend sober time with him while fully clothed. I can't decide if he's a seriously amazing man or a complete fucking dickbag.
This is me not judging you for what a fine line you draw between the two.
That's not a current picture, because if you look deep enough into my eyes you can still see morals. Not these days.
I feel like she is getting all kinds of bacterial exposure that may otherwise have been avoided had she been wearing pants
you guys have a strange definition of the word fun. I would have said dangerous, terrifying, or life-threatening. of course, bowling can now be described the same way.
My vagina has a heartbeat. That means I'm in love, right?
now that we broke up we are playing hot potato with the cock ring.. Poor thing just needs a home
I'm concerned I may die tonight. All I've been told about my bday shenanigans is to bring slutty clothes, a bikini, tylenol, sunglasses and pjs. Tell me what the fuck is going on...now
bring lube too
i hate all of you
I think my time would be better spent seducing the TA then trying to save this paper.
Trying to figure out these fractions. I bought 5 fifths of gin last week. Does that mean I have one whole gin? 5/5 = 1, right? You're having to homeschool your kids right now--so ask them.
Randomize
