he's 24. he finally texted me instead of using facebook chat. baby steps.
I'm thinking we should try to start remembering stuff we do. Althought I kinda like feeling like Nancy Drew the next morning.
More like the Hardy Boys cause its kinda like a team effort.
I'm like a warm blanket that has sex with you
alright so where did all these fingerpaintings on my bedroom wall come from?
dude. you drew those with your dick
his Mom's staying with him so he asked if I'd go over and fuck in his shed. he said "it's a really nice shed"
It's like a mixture of two words
"town" and "Im too drunk to spell right now"
Its become more of a routine.. Whenever I get done eating and have left overs I just take it over to his house and throw it all over the walls and windows. Pay backs a bitch ehhhh
I feel like his dick looks like a decorative autumn squash.
I have invented a new sport: freshman-watching. I'm sitting on our porch literally dying watching the freshmen run around trying to find parties
I don't care who it's from we're getting blown. It's a 3 day weekend anything can happen
Never backflip into an above ground pool. I think the gash will be smaller by Monday though.
Thank god crabs can't live on your head. Thank god.
It got heated then she just left and I was all alone in the women's restroom.
I was cracking open beer cans, throwing them off the roof, and yelling "FRAG OUT!"
Kick open the door, strike a pose, steal a boyfriend, end scene.
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