I have a feeling that after last night, i'm not just going to hell. i'm going to hell on a full scholarship. free admission bitches
Eric said he heard us having sex the other night. He said i did a great job.
also, you're talking to the girl for whom "deformed baby arm" wasn't quite a dealbreaker.
I sat a few seats down and one row behind a cute girl at the Cubs game today. Having watched her talk to the guy next to her, I found out only her name and age. I then used that information and pieced it together with over 500 girls on Facebook with the same name. I found the same girl, and we're now fbook friends.
if being a creepy fuck was an olympic sport, they'd think you were using performance enhancing drugs...
Pretending to care about her feelings is becoming a full time job
what is the aproppriate waiting time between having sex and playing super Mario brothers
6 min
I got laid because I told her I play guitar. I haven't played in 7 years and only know a G chord. I love this place.
And it just wouldn't be a Thursday night without me having to cuss out a foreigner. The streak continues.
just when i thought i had forgotten how badthe sex was he comes across campus solely to say hi
Congratulations on your lack of fetus.
If I get one more "oh yaaaaa he changed your oil" texts, I'm gonna lose my shit
so i showed up to the bars in a sombrero and a tie as a headband... so yeah, they didn't let me in
if I dont text you back in 10min assume i am in fact still dizzy and injured myself in the shower. and call an ambulance. thanx.
i think we reached that point in our drunkenness where even the creeps found us intolerable
Just boned her on my desk. on top of my term paper. take that professor dipshit
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