i just peed out my two story window using my cell phone as a flashlight . hope the neighbors didnt see
three words: i give head
three words: not that well
anyone who buys me chipotle gets an automatic hj
And then she said we stopped for a train and i tried crawling out the back window.. again, i dont remember this.
the sex was "jacking off to playboy" bad.
I feel like I should limit myself to one meal prepared from a box per day
MCAT status: Day 64, no longer can remember what sex is like.
his roommates said i can move in if i promise to only drink tequila the rest of the semester. challenge accepted.
If the world would stop letting me feel invincible I would probably stop doing this shit.
My crowning drunk achievement from that night was donating $5 to the Obama campaign.
You're perfect
BTW car sex works all the muscle groups. Just sayin. Legs/butt are sore as are arms, back and core.
Our nipples touched last night. It was tender.
If you could not mention to him that I slept with his best friend, that'd be cool of you.
Not bad. Ran into Carlo. He shared a story about a sailor who got gonorrhea in his eye. It made me feel better about myself.
I hope every time you eat hashbrowns you think about me, the awesome sex we had and how great we could have been.
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