and we just had intercourse last night so i'm exhausted, fucked up on adderol, emotionally broken and just pissed
it was nice. we just kind of hung out. she didnt even mention the farting incident.
If I don't come home tonight, I've died in a pile of gay.
i had a dream last night that you and i organized a foursome. swear to god
ps i'll be in miami in early july. this text has no relation to the last one
he accidentally used the toothbrush i use to induce my bulemia...i feel like this is something he shouldnt find out...
She wanted to watch a Baby Einstein DVD while we fucked. I'm pretty open minded but that felt a little creepy.
so far i wrote 500 words for a paper on sean paul performing we be burnin..i can officially do anything on adderral
Barack Obama mentioned plan B and suddenly this address seems a lot more personal
FUCK YOU. AH. FUCK BOTH OF US MORE BOOZE.
MAS TEQUILA.
The smell came through my closed door. His farts are made of rendered tires, and apparently, ghosts.
Question. Was fucking Laura an entirely regrettable decision?
like...quickly.
I think we need to have a day of drinking in classes. I know we don't share any, but sacrifices need to be made.
You cannot tell me you don't have a problem while crying pantsless on a stranger's sofa bed.
Remember the time you puked your contact lens out?
You left your Xanax bottle in my car. Why is the label all smudged?
I spilled wine on it.
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