last night was a success...if success means i don't remember the guy's name and my panties are somewhere in the parking lot behind the bar
No touching my privates on the ride to school. Pinky swear.
I don't know. The next thing I remember we were in the walmart parking lot making out.
I think misery doesn't even think of me as company anymore. I'm an unofficial roommate.
You realize we can hear you jacking off in your room, right?
I like it rough
he was already passed out before we got there, so i already knew i was going to like him
she was laying naked in the stream looking for "ribbays", which is apparently drunk for frogs.
I'm covered in sharpie and the girl next to me just said something smells like fried food. Hint: it's me. Why am I in class?
no, throwing your underwear at it is not the solution to everything
Ok I am NOT pregnant. I could shove coal up my vagina and my uterus would turn it into a diamond in a matter of minutes
I feel like these arent even my fingers anymore
So are we just not going to talk about the time I came home to you jerking it in the kitchen?
Oh god it's open bar.
Found like seven bruises in the shower. One was shaped like a hand. Best. Sex. Ever.
we used a blowdryer last night to warm up our left over pizza..it worked perfectly at first..but then the chili powder got into his eyes..
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