I think i really like him...he was super cuddly and kept me company.
stop. you already have a dog
i cant get the smell of ass out of my nose
your facebook page is a work of drunk art.
Yes. I feel like complaining about sex all the time with a 21 year old might be punishable by death of the sex gods so I try not to
Don't smoke out front when you get home there's gasoline involved I'll tell you later
I think this agreement was sent by God. I get to do my own thing, get laid, and he still makes me breakfast in the morning.
my pupils became my eyes and i slept with a cloth in my mouth again
I was going through my mom's stuff to find her xanax, and I found her vibrators instead. Plural. That is like the opposite of what I wanted.
It started with a wedding, followed by a drag show, and ended with Trevor getting punched in the face by the bouncer. How was your weekend?
I'm curious as to what my outfit choices drunk me made for this weekend.
my human sexuality class is the only class where the porn i watch the night before is relevant to the discussion the next day
Somehow she talked me into getting my dick pierced, weird first date.
Do you know how difficult it is to masturbate with Christmas carols stuck in your head?!
Somehow my boobs came up in conversation AGAIN last night and I'm still not getting laid...
so i may or may not have just had sex on the stage of the lecture hall....
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