I don't know where I am, but its a Goosebumps novel waiting to happen.
home. puking in laundry basket.
Too late. I'm going over there. I'm a bad example for all women: Do as I say, not who I do.
thanks for not screaming that I'm pregnant when that guy was giving me his number.
i just found my sim card.....i hid it in my tylenol bottle....i guess to ensure i would find it mid-hangover
just threw up in the bus full of other international students just outside of boulder, just keeping the aussie reputation alive
She told me she wanted to wax my ass. I'm terrified and oddly aroused.
It's Friday afternoon and I'm drunk. This is how I cope.
I threw up in the bar parking lot and yelled THIS IS MY FUTURE.
Though I feel a moral obligation to take you there, point out all of the male supervisors and slap you on the wrist and yell, "NO!!"
You kept saying you only wanted to drink until you were sleepy. You succeeded if "sleepy" means you sleepied around with 4/6 of the guys there.
Is it inappropriate to send a happy 3-year anniversary of having a threesome with you and your ex girlfriend on easter text?
I kinda feel like I was hit by a Prius. Just glad it's not bus status.
Those thigh tattoos deserve the handsomest of grins between them. Dont settle.
The logic in me says "don't text him" .But the vagina in me says "text him".
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