Theres puke in my trash can and spilled beer next to my bed... come get your girlfriend
Conclusion from last night: Sometimes being classy isn't as fun as making out with a guy on a pooltable in a bar. Happy birthday, Canada.
question: from what angle do you give a hand job. im confused..
it feels like my vag is blowing bubbles
i'm sorry for cheering you on when you were making out with him. i was just celebrating the fact he was decent looking for once
He's spent his last 3 years working at Urban Outfitters. No, I'm not sad I missed out on a life of mustaches, the dollar menu and shitty scarves.
When I eventually hook up with a resident lets refer to it as taking a hands on approach to my job
Last night was the twilight zone. We hungout with our 45 year old future selves and tried to fuck everything with a dick. Lets move forward from this.
I just showered sitting down with a sippy cup of water in there with me. It took 40 minutes. That hungover.
nothing like walking in the house at 3 am in my panties and a sheer shirt carrying a life sized cardboard dale earnhardt jr
We need to talk about the sailor moon porn. Do what you want in your room, but I don't want to come home to you cranking it on the couch to that.
Next time, dont ever let me talk to a guy drunk, especially if I have class with him the next day
Who do you have class with??
The guy that pulled down his pants in the middle of the dance floor to show me his tattoo
I would like to formally reclaim my title of a turn up queen.
What should've been a 10 minute beer run turned into her having a 40 minute mental breakdown in my car while in the parking lot. She then asked if she could live at my house and be my girlfriend. Her finishing act was stealing my peanut m&m's.
Well, when a girl introduces herself as "stormy" and gets your number from her boyfriends phone, I'd say that your situation is to be expected.
Be there in 6 mins I’m smell like fireball. and strippers and need to use your showers before go home
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