There were 3 chicks in my bed I didn't know when I got home. Now I know all of them. Biblically.
i miss vodka and anonymity. college is so rich in both. in college we are a many armed creature, lubricated with beer and sex.
Scared. last time someone tried to talk me into they said it tastes like tapioca and i projectiled onto a closed window
if my college career had corporate sponsors, they would be natty light and aim toothpaste.
I just realized last night I drunk-bought a flight to Florida for this weekend...kinda torn between the price and the potential of awesomeness
I could tell by the Randy 'Machoman' Savage "hey brother" that you were beyond inebriated
Turns out, his fucking is as lame and staggered as his NFL career.
I would say I'm the man in the relationship but I'm cuddled on the couch eating cake mix and water.
At some point, it turned less into sparring and more into tough guy dry humping.
I gotta say, I do way better with the ladies than I do the men. So if it turns out being gay is a choice, then I'm going to go ahead and choose it.
It's like a harem of immaturity and bad ideas...and that's coming from me
Idk but she keeps giving me s'mores and I'm having a hard time caring about her alcoholism because of it
Nothing like introducing yourself to your high school boyfriend's wife as "the girl who took his virginity"
He showed me a picture of his family on Instagram and his dad was my Sugar Daddy. ABORT.
How many Hail Marys does a girl need to say to get some quality nudes?
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