We succumbed to passion, and then he had to go meet his girlfriend. End of story.
It's been over a month and I still can't find the bra I wore out on new years eve.
He came on me while singing crank dat like soulja boy, fuck our sex life has reached a whole new level of low
at 6am he came into my room and kicked me in the stomach. when i finally got up he was passed out in my hallway and the bathtub water was running
He still lectured me about forgetting shit. Than he said he's gonna paint me green so I can stand in a corner and be a plant.
He sent me a picture of him bent over showing his asshole with the caption "vwahla".... No more tequila for either of you
I hooked up with a 20 year old last night. I feel like a hocus pocus witch that sucked life from a child.
I fcuked ip.
Is this your way of telling me that you got drunk in your office before meeting with your dissertation advisor again? Or that you finally banged that freshman fraternity pledge?
I feel like you guys are talking about real things and have real problems and I'm just over here like 'should I take muscle relaxers or get drunk tonight?'
Do you think I could get someone from tinder to drive me to the airport?
the only reason I'm still sleeping with him is to get the university's secure wifi password
I'll just say I told you so at your funeral
I can't tell if my heart is fluttering because I love him... or if it's palpitating from all the coke.
You don't have to buy me dinner, watch tv or even hang out if you don't want. Just fuck.
Wearing panties to a party gives you a whole new perspective on life.
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