you're kinda like the weird girl from The Breakfast Club after the makeover. i mean you're pretty, but you're still weird as fuck
Not hooking up w him- he has one of those L.L. Bean book bags w his initials on it
i don't remember it, but i know we had sex because my stuffed animals were facing the wall
bring money and cleavage
I have a ginormous moral hangover. Strip club blues.
Lightning struck the tree right outside of her window as I came inside her. I think its God's way of saying go by plan b.
Curse you and your alcoholic milkshakes.
You're welcome.
it's like I can see my whorish nature reflected back at me in his wedding ring.
He walked into the pizza shop... Pulled the fire alarm.. And proceeded to dance to it...
So hungover. I dropped my keys and leaning over seemed a terrible idea. Instead I took my shoe off in the middle of the street and use my toes to pick them up. Think I'm a genius.
You missed the winter stoner olympics last night....I got the gold in blunt rolling
Dude he took a shit in the lake and it just floated around and lingered near our boat for 2 hours. I fucking hate that kid
I'll only sleep there if we can bone on your balcony.
He left me alone in a hotel room my last night in town to go home to jerk off and watch TV. So yeah, I guess we're not really friends.
You know shits really hit the fan when you start using public bathroom air freshener spray as perfume
what? where are you?
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