it's gonna be a chat room kind of night
he said i was the most charming throwing up drunk person hes ever taken care of. so of course i had sex with him.
And then somehow we were arguing over how to fold our arms
She said "don't make this weird" and then proceeded to sniff me.
I did shrooms last night. My drug checklist is complete, I can finally graduate.
My neighbors are outside blasting Hootie and the Blowfish while drunkenly hitting a stump with a hammer. I could get used to this.
I just wanna be craddled in his arms and spoon fed applesauce..
that's the most romantic thing you've ever said.
You are number one in my heart. But in the dick Olympics you're disqualified.
I pull out like 90% of the time, but that's just to make art.
The number of times I've puked in the Walgreens bathroom is becoming way too many for my pride.
Halfway through lecture, some kid in the front row threw up IN his hands. Professor held the door for him to carry it out.
I am now being bribed with one orgasm per every meal I eat. This is the best anorexia therapy ever
I'm not sure whom I'm texting but I put you in my phone as last nights fuck budy, and I'm just curious if I left my clutch with you?
There's something very strange about masturbating in a hotel room. I feel like I'm cheating on my room...
he tried to have the "are we in a relationship" chat last night. I stuck my fingers in my ears, yelled lalalalalala very loudly at him and told him I would stop having sex with him if he ever tried that conversation again. bad person, or just being a realist?
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