Boobs. All I remember is boobs.
and I didnt even know his name until this morning when we were laying in bed and he referred to himself in the 3rd person.
High as balls & about to be tanning. Helloooo 15 minute vacay.
there's a guy on campus handing out business cards. you pay him to see if your girlfriend will cheat. the company name is "tying up loose ends"
So, Southern Comfort will donate 25 cents for every bottle sold towards Gulf Coast Relief... Can we save the wetlands through my alcoholism?
I don't remember. I think I elluded to the fact that I would buy him a dildo for his birthday.
I would have done it. But then again I am a starving student who can manipulate my brain into thinking my decision was somehow morally justifiable.
My month off booze swimsuit season diet plan is working well. Plus I'm learning so much about my house, did you know a girl named Meagan lives here?
So that's all you want from me. Easy ass.
And an everlasting friendship
It's all coming back to me. I drank moonshine from a milk carton from a guy named tomohawk last night.
Nope not happening. When I close my eyes the floor moves. I'm going to enjoy this free roller coaster.
I'll pay you to write the paper but not for sex. You should only get paid for something you work hard at.
Also I can show up hungover, fall asleep at my desk, and smell like a bottle of whiskey, and they still like me more then my shitty co worker
the fact that you trapped hornets in a mailing tube to put in his mailbox does not surprise me sadly.
My next goal in this relationship is to teach my boyfriend that there are valid reasons to be fear of dolphins completely.
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