clay aiken is like melissa ehteridge without the guitar.
I think misery doesn't even think of me as company anymore. I'm an unofficial roommate.
Who was that guy you went home with?
Hang on, I'm trying to ask his name right now.
tolerance is too high. going on a liquor strike. ghandi style.
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Just left the frat house in last nights clothes minus my earings, shoes, underware, tequilla cap, and my dignity. If you see me on your way home just hit me
When the shrooms kicked in we both simultaneously realized we were not the right puzzle piece for the dubstep puzzle.
We made eye contact and were like we are not welcome here, the ravers are onto us and we need to get the fuck out before we get shuffled upon
its amazing there are so many photos of me and him separately, since most of that party time was spent sneaking away to fuck upstairs...
OMGGG I JUST SAW A REAL OWL JUST CHILLING ON TOP OF A SIGN POST. I WALKED UP TO HIM AND SAID HOO HOOOOO AND HE TURNED HIS HEAD AT ME AND WAS LIKE YEAHHH BRO
Being the only woman in a triathlon group - it's a penis paradise.
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her tits were more amazing then brown bears with armor and guns that fire bullets of Justice that destroys inequality.
My roommate just walked in with a case of beer locked himself in his room and told us he was going to masturbate his feelings away...
I though he and I knew each other well enough that we could go to my hotel room to do a bunch of cocaine together without their being any homoerotic implications, but NOOOOOOOOO!
The dysfunction is strong in this one.
If you fold the laundry; booze and orgasms on me.
You took your pants and underwear off as soon as we got to Melissa's and just walked around the entire time like it was completely normal. We even ate pizza together with your vagina exposed. You're my hero.
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