you were calling yourself Ulickes S. Cunt.
I found out he doesn't have a facebook, twitter, or myspace. So, I'm going to actually go to his house to spy on him.
I'm more concerned as to why he has a playlist entitled Dem Club Beats.
I'm still trying to figure out how you came back with chinese food, and a spoon covered in icing saying 'cake..'
My Pizza Lunchables won't fit in the fridge because of all your alcohol. One of our addictions has to give.
How did you even find out?
Because you came up to me and said "I just fucked in the bathroom."
Oh.
The cops showed up and one of them got pushed in the pool. When he got out he looked really sad so I got him a towel and hugged him. He arrested all the underage drunkards but me.
His and hers buttplugs were a resounding success. Tru luv
Officially crunch time. It's my last year of grad school and I've yet to get blown in a school library. The parking garage was less than a block away though.
If I'm not drunk and wearing a penguin hat by the time we are done opening Christmas presents then coming home for Christmas was a complete failure
We tried to do sophisticated last night, but our low class kept shining through.
They took the TVs out of the gym and the mini-Mart only had 2% milk. 2015 wants me to be fat
I really don't know how I went from having a few drinks to waging war against ghosts in my apartment but here we are
I don't know how a coffee date turned into road head. But hey
Remind me to tell you: When threeways go awry, my MLK weekend story.
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