I admire the strength of friendship we have that allows for sharing husbands.
Took an aderol, wrote a differential equation for solving volume of flow of a rectangular channel with change in depth, then masturbated for the 6th time.
the fucking easter bunny is here. he just made 3 cups in a row. no one knows who he is..
how are you not completely traumatized after 8 years of friendship with me?
oh god was she eating orange peels again
Reason 37 booty call break ups suck: I literally could not find his house in the daytime.
I'm not sure what happened. But I must have won because I obviously stole two full pitchers of beer from the bar and taped a note on them saying "your welcome"
Fran... I put my tongue in somebody's gage hole last night.
Make the kitchen floor stop waving. Im trying to lay on it
i woke up in just my socks. my clothes were outside, he had rugburn on his elbows, and a window was broken.
The sweaty, naked apartment dance party wasn't complete until I threw the whole jar of glitter on us. It was like the icing.
He started me on Celexa. I think I feel like Bjork. Is that normal?
Like... my feet feel like little octopuses, and they want to swim to the next room.
I texted him "my vagina is pounding for you"
I know, you made me proof read it.
He just took off his shirt. I'll text you later.
The only thing I remember about us having sex is yelling at him to choke me.
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