I'm going to an arts college, I live next to the frat houses, and my room number is 420. god has plans for me and I couldn't be happier.
nothing cures the holiday blues like an open bar
tailgaiting my last final, a perfect sendoff.
do you think having her use a clorox disinfecting wipe on her vagina will keep me from getting her herpes if I don't have a condom?
He thinks MY vagina is tight. That's saying something.
No big deal, we were just two friends having sex. It's perfectly normal we don't remember. Water under the sex bridge,
we are sitting in a kindergarden classroom alone chugging beer. look at our lives. look at our choices.
my last clear memory of the night was being offered a shot but having so much alcohol in my hands that someone literally had to pour it in my mouth for me. after that it pretty much skips to waking up face down and shirtless on my floor.
What would you say is a healthy ratio of sex vs. being called a fucking asshole in a relationship?
You also proposed and then tried to jack me off
he was definitely tindering while i gave him head
Current state of being: shivering like a new born kitten on the bathroom floor
The hospital waiting room is starting to become a very familiar place to me.
sorry i got drunk at sunday brunch and force fed carrot sticks to your cat
Ok so I need a recap of last night...
YOU SPENT SIX DOLLARS AT NICKEL BEER NIGHT!!! How's that
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