So I just passed a billboard for "Risque Cafe: Good food and topless women". Fuck. I love SC.
So Ive decided I have serious issues. Im walking around the school with a bag labeled booze money collecting from people while slightly hungover at 8:20 in the morning, and nobody is questioning me.
She said she didn't want to have sex because she was so torn up about "this whole NBC thing."
We need to start having rules for the weekends. Like no more downing 3 shots because we want to slut dance a little harder or because biggie just came on.
i knew i liked her after she chugged tequila, fell down the stairs and said "oh dont worry i knew it'd be faster this way"
It's when I'm in my pajamas and in need of a gin delivery that I miss NYC most of all.
she just totaled her parents new car because there was a bee in the car. So she crashed into a light pole to kill it.
he threw up on me, hugged my legged and then started laughing. when i asked him why, he said "it's like the sour patch kids commercials."
No I am not eating basil off your cock
Is cereal technically a soup?
Fuck, I'm high.
I just picked up my phone and one shoe from the man mowing the lawn next to the ice rink. He found them in a tree.
Literally just napped at strip club. Don't know how long
I will read books by day and do guys by night. A mental and physical enlightenment, if you will.
I took a pregnancy test at Pancheros a bit ago.
Why do I know about what dicks have been in your mouth but didn't know you had a dog? What kind of friends are we??
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