So the D.A.R.E. essay I helped my tutor kid write won an award. Oh the irony.
i woke up this morning in my bathroom,naked, with my boxers around my face and puke and shit on the floor and wondering why i didn't have a toenail on my one big toe.
compared to you, a hobo is quite responsible.
Our teacher totally just got outed in class by a speaker from some lesbian cooperative house
I just wnated to let you know that I laminated my history notes so i can study in the shower.
Just had to have the guy at Sprint clear the dried cum out of the trackball on my Blackberry. Wonder if that happens to him often.
She was so happy she found her sunglasses, that she blew me. Im now randomly hiding things of hers in hopes she'll find them and I'll get a repeat performance.
For those pictures, I will suffer this headache.
I was just "that girl you seen blowing some dude outside when you drove by"
I still don't understand how I went from crying to blowing you in like two minutes.
Also, the wait staff kept prematurely clearing my Manhattans. Not sure if it was an oversight or a hint.
Me and Phil are just drawing pictures of thumbs in different costumes during lecture. I love being a senior.
The dorm having an ice machine is their way of inviting us to make mixed drinks.
I am descending into that finals week rage fueled by ramen, mountain dew and bad sex is what's up.
No but seriously. Just had a guy lean over and sniff my head like it was a freshly baked pie
I have to touch the horse lube. :-(
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