The walk of shame is so much worse when you've spent the night third wheeling.
So what's the moral of this story? Aside from 'lesbians hold grudges'?
Every now and then I'll talk to a creeper for an extended amount of time. Randy, for instance, funded our entire night of horrible decisions.
it was like brushing your tongue but with a fucking long toothbrush.
I like how washing the beer bong is now a regular part of washing the dishes.
Ask him about a girl named Meg then give a disappointed and disapproving face.
hey dude come in here and see how much of my beard i can put in my mouth!
did i send you the picture of me smiling with the magnum wrapper?
She was touching herself and looking a shoes online. My debt is bad enough without bringing that hot mess into my life.
Sorry for all the texts. I got wasted and woke up at the foot of a staircase. From what I can gather, I fell down it.
I found him in the kitchen singing German metal into a banana while simultaneously mixing brownie batter. He didn't have any pants on.
No I did a yoga dvd and hit my ex up via email for some pot in exchange for his mail.
Please come to class. I miss you and I have a horse mask
Make a note to pack something that won't catch shell casings in your cleavage
He's got a british accent, a tounge ring, and he's wearing an eye patch... Of corse I'm fucking him
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