So I have to ask... did I meet your lumberjack expectations? I mean, minus the red flannel and all.
We'll probably be arrested for having a cheetah in our apartment anyway, so I say go for it.
The only reason anyone found out he threw up is because everyone heard it sizzle the bonfire out.
there's a picture of him beating off in the library with a cowboy hat. please steer clear of this one if you ever want to be respected.
All I know is that we apparently made a drink we named The Single Girl which is rum, vodka, grain alcohol, and sprite and rolled around in the backyard.
I swear my vagina formed calluses just to deal with how big he is
I was at a bus stop, eating a load of bread. Fairly sure I'm the poster child for poor students.
I can't even properly respond cuz I'm ballsdeep in falafel
It's always nice when a total stranger hates your ex just as much as you think they should.
Since Josh is going to be Carl Sagan for Halloween, he bought a turtleneck and sportsman jacket. It's all my nerd fantasies come true.
Btw when I was saying "fuck you" I meant it like "be quiet beautiful princess"
Hey. Im sorry to bother you but I just watched the seinfield episode about faking an orgasm and it caused me to second guess myself. Were you satisfied?
Refresh my memory....were we forced to leave or did we choose to leave?
How is it that I can make it to my 8am Friday morning still drunk after passing out the night before...but not to my 9am on Tuesday that I went to bed early for? Irony or karma?
Obviously you're feeling a little sexually frustrated.
I consider humping a stranger every ten minutes when I walk in the street.
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