yeah. and then it was like the room of requirement. the elevator just opened for our threesome.
we were spooning and you were the big spoon but you insisted that I call you "the ladle"
Girl in my class with fire painted on her face. I. need. that. weed.
you're letting him buy you a plane ticket...to kentucky...so you can fuck him?
i know. i'm only adding to the interstate sex trade problem.
he sounded really stupid. it was like his puke had a stutter, too.
These old men are woofing at me..PLEASE HURRY
The forest. Magic mushrooms. Wind trees leaves sky. That is alll.
That's the saddest description of touching yourself I've heard since someone said "I was just lazily rubbing my clitoris while eating Cheetos alone"
I'm going to pound you from behind over a table at the bar while I pull your hair and call you a whore...please pass along that message to Rob
Get drunk. Masturbate to his picture. Fall asleep. Repeat. Fuck summer.
hooking up with him was much more fun when i knew in the back of mind we'd get in some sort of trouble for it
He reached a whole new level of creepy. We were getting a coffee and he noticed the girl at Starbucks name tag looked her up on fb and friend requested her right there without ever introducing himself
The only people who really get me are strippers and mascots for sports teams.
he told me he had a gf and in the very next sentence asked if I wanted to have sex.
You got up in the middle of a sentence, puked, came out and poured another glass of wine and continued your story.
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