Yours is on the dinner table...mine is in my underwear drawer.
I can only speak casual parseltoungue, im not bad though. just the general, "wheres the bathroom?" "open the chamber of secrets" that type of stuff
I found a knife in my bed when I got back this morning. I think one of my roommates has it in for me
This went bad. Everyone is crying, i dont know why and I am really uncomfortable.
I really can't get over how proud I am of all us getting laid at the same time in the same apartment
It's one of the many facets of my drunken alter egos. I'm like substance abuse batman.
You kept screaming how great you were at drawing poptarts and you insisted on drawing them all over my forearm
Is it acceptable to cry on a Friday or am I supposed to drink to forget it?
i don't know man... i just want to listen to John Lennon every time i finish fucking her. is this love?
I got wine drunk and bought a hedgehog.
MY HAND WILL BE UP HIS ASS IF HE DOES NOT APOLOGIZE FOR WHAT HE DID. IT WON'T BE THE GOOD-FEELING KIND OF "HAND-UP-ASS" EITHER.
so i realized that he's only my physical relationship and beer is my emotional relationship...
He puked all over the side of the car and the head rest behind him...and then all he said was "America."
day drinking didnt prepare me for this..
he went down on me and a few minutes later he asked to show me a magic trick. then he pulled a quarter out of my vagina
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