Eating in charleston sc at a seafood place called "hymans". Like normal I had no problem finding it.
It ended with me crying and eating pizza in my closet.
You know i think she's just using me for sex
I hate you.
you cried when she wouldn't let you have her bathroom rug.
i just remembered that i did the "single ladies" dance ON THE BAR...fuck you slippery nipples i curse the day i discovered you
I just had to explain to my 62 year old advisor what "tea-bagging" was in the middle of her lecture. I smell extra credit. And maybe a demonstration.
He cheated on me in real life. I can cheat at words with friends.
There is a girl in my drunk limo who hasn't seen an uncircumcised penis. Hook me up with a picture.
You are COMPLAINING that the sex was too good. You're not getting any sympathy from me
Dude. My knees have no hair on them and they're bruised. My thigh is killing me. I have about 1000 texts to about 5 exes which I horribly regret. I have pictures of my own penis on my phone. I can't find my iPad. And I have work in an hour.
a guy just skateboarded past my window in a bunny suit while chased by a dog walker
You gotta do what you gotta do. Like how I gotta drive in the rain to go get chicken nuggets. I just gotta.
All I can remember from last night was eating nutella and touching myself to Weird Science.
Thus began an intricate shell game of nude cardigan photos
On a scale of one to ten how bad is it that the first cardio I've done in months is jogging to the bars?
I'll just go with dedication.
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