I found the seven page love letter I had written you. I'm sorry i was so obsessed.
My history teacher just took his shirt off cuz the classroom was to hot. And then he invited us all to join him.
He just went up to bed, still drunk from last night, carrying a pear, a pipe, and an unopened bottle of wine. I think he'll be fine.
When I say rough sex, and show you scars from past encounters, pulling my hair a little IS NOT GOING TO CUT IT. And he just doesn't understand.
so I'm coping with getting the "I'm not over my ex" bomb dropped on me by getting drunk and yelling at people while wearing a purple princess hat
I'm approaching homosexuality at an increasingly alarming rate with each break up.
Got drunk and passed out flintstone vitamins to everyone at the bar. I'm just so god damn motherly
He just asked me to be his girlfriend while having sex on his parents kitchen counter
Now I'm having a post-sex brownie. Is this the life? I think it might be
you made out with another girl for some wings
She left you responsible for her guinea pig for what, 3 hours? And it somehow died under your care? I will no longer trust you with so much as a beer.
While buying Plan B the lady at the counter looked at me and said hope you have a successful night as I walked away in shame
He just kept repeating "It was like meep meep meep on my balls."
when I found u, u were using a t-shirt for pants
I think/hope James is drunk. He's standing in the front lawn loudly declaring "I AM a popsicle!" Over and over....
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