So im pretty sure the object of my emotional onterest is tired of playing with me....
Who pooed in my magic bullet?
Sorry the bathroom was being used.
Just woke up. My philosophy paper is a play, and my paper for musical theater is about physics. That's some dank shit you sold me
she told me i tasted like america
He texted me for drugs this time. Not sex. I dunno if I should be pleased it's not sex or disappointed that I come across as a druggie
Who knows. I'd probably only get a makeout with an OTPHJ from her so the return on sexual investment from her isn't looking that great.
I ate you ate to the whole david gray album
She was wearing some slutty variation of a toga and giving the entire bus a pep talk on why we should black out tonight...I'M IN LOVE AND I DON'T CARE WHO KNOWS IT!
When you pick me up at the airport, please have some sort of drugs on hand.
She had an asthma attack and had to stop but insisted on getting me off. It's official she's the one
The Wolf of Wall Street “I ain’t fuckin’ leaving!” speech when the cops broke up your party though...
I mean I faked it but he could answer my texts
I'm just hoping that with all the times he's puked in my yard a mushroom field might grow.
you blew the guy with all the harry potter paraphanelia didn't you
GOD I WOULD STAB DANNY IN THE EYE WITH HIS OWN PENIS
.........That big, huh?
No. I would cut it off
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