your room smells of hookers.
And success
remind me tomorrow that nothing happen between me and the guy who's shirt i'm wearing
some girl just asked me how to spell unconscious. I really want to know what she was texting.
Vodka is such a love hate relationship.
Truer words have never been spoken.
Oh come on. There's no way I was the only female choir student taking shots in the back room.
I'm not sure what happened last night but I woke up next to him and I was wearing nothing but my grandpa's diabetic socks, so I'm letting that fill in the blanks.
It's amazing how not interested in talking to him I am since I've decided that he probably has chlamydia.
I walked into your room and you had fallen asleep smoking a cigarette. You just had the butt in your mouth with ash all over your face.
i think she just faxed a picture of her vag from the office copy machine... i mean what kind of sexting is that... wait is that even legal???
the guy sitting next to me at the bar has a patrick swayze tattoo hovering over a roast beef sandwich. 'merica.
I can only only sleep there on nights I orgasm cause he snores so loud and if he leaves me hanging one more time ill probably cut off his dick from lack of sleep and frustration
Go forth my little lesbian, get your gayme on
At least I know that however bad my life gets and how low I can feel I'll never feel shitting in a red robin parking lot low
he asked me where I was going to school, and then we started having sex, and I answered his question forty five minutes later after we were done. It was the chilliest thing ever.
I miss you and I miss your weed. Come home.
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