There are traffic cones in the living room. One of them is yours.
I realize now. I should have just made out with everyone and anyone when I had the chance.
he kept bringing up different times we had sex and i wouldnt say anything back. i would never confirm nor deny the situation...like a politician ya kno
Don't judge me. He's really sexy for a 17 year old. We made nasty in the womens bathroom at the beach. Don't worry. I wore sandals in there.
None of that is ok.
i have wind burn on my face from my head hanging out the window of the cab vomitting
it never fails, everytime he manages to fuck my earrings out of my ears.
When you hit the 45 minute mark of any argument about The Flintstones, you have to realize: it's no longer you arguing, it's the cocaine arguing.
He said I went to go sit outside and is promised I wouldn't leave he brings me a chair and I'm gone. He found me stumbling a half mile away in my socks
Do I lose at life if I cry in a grocery store while buying a pregnancy test?
Like he held up the condom afterwards, twirled it with his finger, and said "look at that load"
On another note I am sitting in my bed naked, buzzed, and working on a notecard for my 8:00am test tomorrow. I think I need to make better choices.
Welp, I'm allergic to codeine. Found that one out the hard way.
Whelp, I woke up on the front lawn this morning. I have got to stop wearing these underwear. Every time I do, I end up puking in someone's greenery.
Science requires me to take a picture of your nipples.
Auto correct isn't even working for how drunk you are
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