so we had a 20 minute conversation and created the fb page WWND (what would Nana do?) last night after we took our Ambien...that is my definition of an overachiever
I had some like war flashbacks of giving someone a handjob and i was trying to figure out who it was.
No matter what I do you still love me. It's like loving a retarded kid. A retarded kid that keeps trying to sleep with you.
FUCK BUDDYS DON'T HOLD HANDS. NO EXCEPTIONS.
You want anything?
Gatorade and you naked.
My Yoga instructor is playing the music from 'Requiem for a Dream' it makes me very reluctant to put my ass in the air
My eyes feel like they're throwing up and I am the only human on campus
I walking on her passed out on her bed, clutching a burrito and the walking dead dvd on replay.
Everyone is now just referring to it as "the night Hannah couldn't get laid" so needless to say you didn't miss much
I just want to make out with him forever
Just so were clear your wife is cut off from my dick.
He sent me a picture of Reese's peanut butter cups next to his dick. Of course I went over.
Look, road flare archery was agreed on. We both accepted it was a shit idea sober, but did it drunk anyway.
I guess you could say the date didn’t go so well since I was drunkenly Snapchatting with my ex by the end of it.
We can use the Mac n cheese as the potatoes in our breakfast burritos. Problem solved.
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