Just went to my life planning class. The professor has a braid going halfway down his back and an earring.
We were in the backseat and he was giggling uncontrolably. It felt like I was giving head to a 10 year old girl.
let's skip the party, and just play drunken wii, again. its time to give my vag a break.
he just spelled fiance, "pheancie". I dont think he's ready to get married.
We're starting "No Hesitation Fridays." The probability of this going horribly are between 100 to 125 percent
Turns out they use me as an example of What Not To Do at freshman orientation. My little brother told me.
She kept chasing him yelling thief, because he drank some of her drink. That was at 8, it got worse.
Nope, I'm sticking to passive aggressive punishments. Like mismatching his socks and cumming on his leather couch. OCD is so wonderful.
They're letting me teach a freshman-laden class now. This university needs better background checks.
Would it be tacky of me to tell the two girls I just found out he's been sleeping with on the side that I've been having gay sex with him all semester?
Is a 'Dr. Willy Fister Gynecologist' costume appropriate for work?
He's practically not my boyfriend anymore. So let's go get some glitter, balloons, alcohol and forget this night ever happened.
Being the hot sister definately has advantages, I'm pretty sure I ruined her engagement
We could never date. He doesn't drink and he won't bring me tacos after sex. He's on that healthy life bullshit.
That's why my boobs are so big, they're full of secrets.
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