Goal for tonight: Make one last drunken mistake for the semester.
When I was her age, Pluto was still a planet... but i said what the hell
we're at Rob's house and just invented the best drinking game ever....we are on Chatroulette and everytime we see a dick we all have to drink.
There are bruises on the top of my foot. The pole won.
I FEEL like I celebrated someone's 21st, but really I just celebrated Tuesday.
So I pull up to an apartment complex and immediately felt like I was here to get stoned.
Reached a new low last night. Passed out. With my pants down. On the toilet. At ihop. Waitress had to wake me up.
Boobs are out for the taking
I think I just wanna go buy some jack at the liquor store, come home, take my pants off, and not give a shit about stuff
I've been sleeping with the same person for about two months now, I think I know a little bit about stability and commitment.
Then James put his arms through the window and grabbed him, like he was Robocop. A nerdy, portly Robocop.
Who is this?
I swear, I make more use of my creative writing major with sexting than I do with anything else
You're going to love the baby's room.
I doubt it. I can't have sex there anymore. That severely limits the appeal of the room to me.
Had a one night stand and didnt remember the guys name until he started sending me poems in the mail.
Ccatlin cimbing thru th sunroof plz come
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