Yes but life is bad with poopy sheets
Every single piece. I examined every single square inch of this peanut butter and jelly sandwich. and fell in love with every inch. that high.
Do you think it would be a good idea to mention in my admissions essay that I was the guy that streaked across the soccer field last year?
it's gotten to the point where there are no existing good choices. even our good choices are bad choice by anyone's standards but ours.
And if I hated you I'd probably say things like, "I never want to speak to you again," or, "Eat a bag of dicks." That's how you'd know.
June 16th my calendar just says boobietassels....I can only assume that has to do with you
Sometimes crazy just comes naturally. I don't need booze to say that on occasion I feel the need to rip off my asshole and throw it against the fridge to see if it sticks.
Literally just inhaled three cinnamon rolls. Sara is staring. It was inhuman
Thanks for your faith in my ability to stay sober while writing final essays. It's...unearned.
Have I showed you the picture of my vagina with a little bang flag coming out of it?
Odd start to the day - the FBI just showed up at my apartment.
I mean we don't talk anymore but I still see him around wearing that sweater he stole from me after we had sex
No it's a real cult, with original ideas and shit like that
I made a booty call at 3:30 am on a Monday... I think I just became the ultimate female fuckboy. I don't know whether to be ashamed or get myself a trophy.
IM HAMMERED AND JUST HAD CHEESECAKE THAT MADE ME FEEL LIKE NO MAN HAS EVER MADE BE FEEL BEFORE.
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