508, what difference does it make? You were alone, anyway.
Never write on a napkin "my face, your boobs" with your phone number and give it to a girl. Just a tip of the day from my nightly experiences lol.
We need to hang out more often
I realized that I've made out with a different boy almost every time we've gone to mcgoreys....I don't need a boyfriend...I have that bar
i've never been more proud of someone than i was when he told me he got his first blowjob at age 13...from two chicks
ugh, today is just one of those 'get high before your 8am class' days.
she's not even a shacker, she never made it inside. she's just a porch girl
I met the perfect girl for you, she's smart, likes cars, has at least one ear, and really blue eyes!
please elaborate on, "atleast one ear"
And then I passed out in my towel and was woken up by my roommate introducing me to her trick for the night.
Oh god. It's like a broken faucet. My guts sound like a bilge pump clogged with golf balls and cake frosting.
"The cab driver felt bad for us so he stopped to buy us chocolates. That counts as a valentine!"
Theres a point where you stop and say hey....as high as I am on LSD right now ...I`m just a man covered in paint
I'm reliable. I always make it home. I always throw up in the street too.
No gifts needed, but if you have fireworks or weed that'd be good.
I have never appreciated strippers so much. Ma'am, you are an artist
I watched you down those shots like a lion cub watching its mother rip apart a gazelle
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