Whatever it was. it was pregnant.
it's to the point where working 2 jobs this summer will absolutely not cover how much i will spend on alcohol next semester.
We lost track of him for only 10 min and he gets kicked out for sneaking into the kitchen and trying to operate the deep fryer.
When it gets to the point that I'm more comfortable being naked at his house than my own, it's time to readdress the fuckbuddyship.
I brought his matress to the living room we're laying on it listening to rick james drinking vodka
It's one of those days where you order the free Papa John's pizza so the delivery guy can bring you Coke to go with your rum. The tip was more than the order.
I feel like his penis would have a weird haircut because he does.
I THINK I JUST JOINED A GANG. PLEASE PICK ME UP.
I almost just texted "I'm lonely" to my gynecologist.
I heard moaning and ass slapping and sponge bob.
Well, it's a fine line between people-watching and boob-staring. It's a gray area. But we're in Paris. Let's leave it at that.
It's the 30 sec rule.... the worst that could happen is I could die
You know if we weren't hooking up I think we'd actually be friends
Just threw up in the shower. Hangovers at 23 are the best.
You’re about to have a sober threesome with a rando at a Fenway bar?
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