i hope S**** or M***** or someone took note of the fact that i was drinking popov like water and could no longer form sentences. i mean, dont get me wrong i had been thinking about boning R*** long before my sobriety left the picture but the number of reasons not to, outweighed the temptation and without sir robert burnett as R***'s wingman, it would have never happened
I just saw Sharon Stone's cootch in high def. I think I'll stay gay.
so we'll all just be running around naked, basically. and high.
just because you are in college doesnt mean its okay to pregame easter mass.
i realized boys travel in groups of 3's and girls travel in 4's..thats why it gets so tricky
like hot dogs and buns.
he will always be the guy i fucked in the hallway.
You refused to get in the cab so we rock paper scissored to decide who walked you home and the fat guy was it. So don't blame your poor hook-up choice on me; it was all you.
It's like the sisterhood of the traveling vaginas over here
I hate being near you and not being able to do what I want. It's like a recovering alcoholic tending bar. I feel like Sam Malone. Except I can't bang the cute chick I work with.
I feel like he's mythological. Like you just had lunch with the Loch Ness Monster of hotness
Ran into him again last night, stole his glowstick and walked away. The glowstick mountain in my room keeps growing.
I'm so high. I'm going to need directions to get home.
Things that happen while I poop: I start dating someone
That makes sense.. A good Bj is a trump card in any argument
We were in a bathroom while 4 dudes compared dick piercings.
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