Fine. I'll sleep in my office
I just left during the middle of Chemistry to go throw up in the bathroom....and you laughed at my travel toothbrush.
fine. I googled it. you have to eat 5 to die so apparently I'm in the clear.
my debit card account is gonna say movie, movie, ice cream, movie, cheese fries, get a fucking life, movie
life is no where near the amusement park it was when I was on Vicodin.
You misunderstood me....i wasnt asking and it is not negotiable
You're making this sound more like a hostage situation than a booty call.
Living in the dorms has served one purpose and one purpose only for me: to teach me that pooping in public bathrooms is okay and that I can do it
What the hell do I have to give up to manifest a dick
after attempting to eat a candy cane bigger than my hand i have determined there's no way to eat this that doesn't seem erotic
I mean, except for the part where I was vomiting up pineapple and hot sauce, it was a really fun time.
My one regret (beside the inevitable shit storm that followed) is that now I can't fuck his cute friend.
YAS. BRING CRAB.
I started carrying sissors in my purse to open plan B with. Both ashamed and proud.
I had to fake it. He was punching my vagina like it owed him money and enough was enough.
HE LIVES IN ANOTHER STATE
actually scratch that last text, he's the perfect boyfriend. He stays faithful and doesnt find out about all the guys here. it's a win-win
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