After going down on me he either said "there, it's over" or "there's an odor"... I couldn't hear him and was too embarrassed to ask him to repeat himself. I just got dressed, grabbed my bag, and left. So I don't think there's gunna be a second date. =(
Every time a guy reaches down to touch my vag, i feel really sorry for all the transgender girls who still have a penis there.
That's weird cause every time i feel a girls vag i feel way worse for all the guys who reached down there and got a penis.
What kind of friend are you? You don't even blackout anymore.
my dealer just handed me my weed in a pink easter egg
and then you yelled "out of the way, i'm a lifeguard!" and everyone let us through
At least it earned you a couple drinks. And something tells me you've touched grosser things with less incentive.
I feel like a squirrel prepping for the winter on dollar beer nights.
I smoked a bowl while he ate me out, you need to change your major to match making asap. You are a guru of love.
Not much, just your average college male Sunday cleaning period blood out of the carpet.
Tell me you're kidding.
Besides scarred, I'm not much of anything right now.
The number of times I've puked in the Walgreens bathroom is becoming way too many for my pride.
we played a my little pint drinking game. It was awesome.
I feel like I was dropped out of a helicopter. Through the propeller.
It's a fucking menopause festival down here at the strike zone
Ladies and gentlemen, the only person I know who would keg stand in pearls and a bow.
Ignore him I am the one that wears the pants in the relationship while "the big man" cries in bed
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