Rosebud was a fucking sled. Gay.
Check if I'm alive tomorrow. If not, tell my parents I died happy and that there's a gay cheerleader in the spare bedroom
we just decided that lesbian tuesdays are a must, as of tomorrow.
i have no concept of time, i feel my nose, and im seeing everything in bitty hexagons.
when the lights went off, all i could see was the glowing of the camera light in the closet... i got the fuck out of there so fast.
obviously you don't know the college version of myself. if there's something i'm ALWAYS willing to put up for it's alcohol.
Oddly enough when I decided to stop whoreing myself out... I lost most of my companionship.
thanks for carrying me to bed.. and sorry for trying to roll down the hallway to escape.
she showed up with nothing but olive garden breadsticks in her purse.
im pretty sure the clearest way to say "dont worry, im not emotionally attached" was by sleeping with his roommate the next night
Last comment. I know of no exercises, diets or practices out there to help keeping balls young and healthy. They simply succumb to gravity.
That's totally the Emoji for "just ran into some girl who knows I know she had an abortion"
My mom just made me promise her that i'll care about the next guy I sleep with
Sorry about the Christmas balls dude. At the time I thought they were festive as fk but I see now I've just spent too much time on the internet
He played Harry Potter Fan Fiction videos to get me in the mood. He might be the one.
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