I'm like a rollypolly, I only open my legs up when I feel safe.
she is the female version of PC from the mac and pc commercials..i'll still hit tho
can't come out tonight. went to the bar again last night and the bartender hugged and thanked me so much for my "generosity." I'm intrigued but terrified to see my credit card bill.
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.
I told the girl in his bed not to bleed on his sheets like the last one.
You were humming mission impossible as we ran from the cops
I found the perfect eye liner, it passed the blow job test, no smudging!!
We both bought three foot bongs...going to race to see who can smoke a mile first.
It's that "make a Pringle and Twinkie sandwich" kind of depression.
We need to tone down the drinking before our 7pm class. I don't remember receiving any of these handouts.
No longer is one of my lifelong dreams to ride in a kangaroo pouch. You have eternally ruined that for me. Thank you.
Ran into him again last night, stole his glowstick and walked away. The glowstick mountain in my room keeps growing.
I need a full description of the guy I hooked up with. I don't think I ever saw his face
he seemed brazillian..
fuck.
I think he just tried to put your boyfriend in a trashcan....
I'm the kind of gay who carries his anxiety medication in case the club scene gets too fierce
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