I puked in a mailbox on the way back from your house.
BROstal carolina. Watching a boy drinking rum and coke out of a cup of noodle empty cup.
I told him I would sleep with him if he could name all the colors of the wind.
He brought over a 20 dollar bottle of wine. Who does that? This is college.
Why is there a cactus in the microwave?
Don't worry about it.
Because if the best sex I've ever had was with a gay guy, then God help me.
Dude, for your own safety, do not bring that chick home. I'm pretty sure you're going to find a marsupial pouch smuggling a fresh batch of herpes under that hoodie. Bail bail bail bail bail.
someone to text and fuck? since when does that constitute a relationship?
since 2006
i want to have awesome sex and feel fuzzy.
I just can't even fathom the crazy and I work at a mental hospital.
The one time my sister did shrooms she thought she was thumbalina. I can't live my life that way
That moment during finals day when you either convince your teacher to let you out of the room or you shit you pants.
You're such a good friend. You send me pictures of your boobs when I'm sad. I will always appreciate that.
I wore my Gollum shirt. It struck up a conversation AND got him staring at my boobs. That's a win-win.
Terrible idea I love it
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