So how was last night?
Let's just say I danced with the devil
Huh?
I'm going to Hell for sure
i didnt like the question options for my yahoo account..so i made up the question and it was "favorite bathroom to shit in"
im getting my college education on yahoo answers.
you don't remember? you called me at 330 crying because you were in the middle of having sex with corey and forgot his name. all you kept saying was i'm a drunk bitch.
so apparently dipping a tampon in red gatorade and throwing it out the window on the highway is a $100 fine
He woke up licked his hand and put it on my vag and went back to sleep. This is twice this week and its only wednesday
He did the "not my house dance." Apparently it involves spreading cereal on the floor and then grinding into the carpet in bare feet while singing "not my house" over and over and dancing.
Last time I get high to write a paper the night before it's due. "Tiny Wings and sexuality" is not an acceptable topic to for a paper. Class in 30 minutes. I'm fucked...
I would convert to being a Republican and Mormon just to sleep with Romney's sons. The things I would to do them.
In college, I had one standard. Penis. A lot has changed since then. Now I really only have one standard. Breathing.
Right... Let's keep my vodka tinged mind focused on simple words
We laughed. We cried. We came everywhere.
I just found out two girls I dated met each other, bonded over how much they hate me, started dating and are gonna get married soon.
Woke up this morning to a bunch of snapchats of you drunkenly yelling at grasshoppers. Good night?
Last 4 google searches: class c felony, scary ghosts, peanut butter jelly time, Lindsey lohans vagina
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