i've decided that sluttiness is like a disease, it can lay dormant in you for years and then one day you go to college and with all the booze and drugs and boys and time on your hands symptoms begin to show then one day BAM you're a huge slut. it's like how izzie had skin cancer and it grew into brain cancer.
Got a plan. Ill do rock paper scissors and if you win we smoke a joint. Throw rock.
We're friends. And when I drunkenly send u a pic of my left testicle i would appreciate a response.
he just tried to convince me that tylenol is a gateway drug
I don't care how hungover you are were not listening to enya
I'm going to skip that pointless convo with Mark, stick with the "we're talking" status, and bone barely legal, borderline gay, preppy guys on the DL.
It was so good the neighbors even had a cigarette.
It's official. I now have that "I was drunk and needed the money" college story to share later in life.
Until they make a bed that bathes you in your sleep, I will not be satisfied.
Peeing out the car window on the way home was a nice touch. In December, in Michigan, at 3am. Never seen a girl do that before. Neither had the guy in the minivan next to us.
I told my therapist about the other night and he actually whistled and said "wow that is not good."
Thanks for being my pregnancy scare Sherpa...
Keep in mind this was 2012... YOLO was a very new concept.
He's not put together enough to have that big of a dick
I resent the implication of a jizz addiction
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