It's hard to say Lobstah but since you couldn't feel him inside you, then you get a pass. 
Oh good, I get to cross off at least one pathetic college experience.
Not that it matters. Because when there's a shitload of bottles of beer on the wall, you can take one down, pass it around, and there's still waaaaay too many bottles of cheap, fizzy piss on the wall...
It is actually shocking how much I scored in college, considering I am a grown ass woman now, I DON'T share a room with any nerds, and the pool is much bigger...but now, minimal scoring. Totally fucked up.