how's this sound. You, me a box of pink franzia and a night full of possibilities in your basemen. I'll be me. You be you. And we'll see where it goes
i went to go through my sent box of drunk texts from last night and they were all deleted... i'm going to assume drunk me made the executive decision that sober me would be better off not knowing what they said
dude last night I threw my weed into my back yard. there is now a foot of snow. after an hour I found my weed. if I put that effort into school, i'd have a 4.0.
ahh summer, the season during which the prefix for every verb is "get drunk and"
she insisted that i refer to her boobs by name.
i dodnt think we hooked up bcause he actually texted me the next day
I woke up to his gay cousin telling me I had the prettiest boobs. I don't even wanna know.
So how much of last night are we going to pretend never happened? Enough to stay friends?
I swear to god, allah, buddah and motherfucking oprah winfrey... if I have to stay here any longer because you are holding us up I will choke you out.
We got back from Mcdonalds and literally 5 minutes of being in your room, you wanted to go back because "We haven't been yet."
How do I tell your little brother I lost my virginity wearing nothing but his socks?
Formal letter or email.
I had a dream last night that I met Diplo. Now I'm just sad
i'm so glad to be in bed i'd like to thank the acadermy
Well I only snuggle him I don't hump him. That's rude.
I don't know what else to tell you.. just listen to some taylor swift and you'll know what to do in the morning
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