So I just went home and made my own spanx by cutting the legs off of a pair of nylons. I'm either a genius or missed my calling to live in a trailer park.
Not hooking up w him- he has one of those L.L. Bean book bags w his initials on it
ugh, today is just one of those 'get high before your 8am class' days.
My walk of shame got a new perspective when I walked into his livingroom and found his roommate fucking some chick on the coffee table.
I don't know what happen last night but the fact that it's 9 am and I need to put my dick in something means it didn't go as planned.
Just hooked up with a girl I met in line at Taco Bell. I told you leave me to do my own thing and I'll get it in
After a certain blood-alcohol level, the dog is in charge.
The highlight of my night was definitely explaining the bandaid on my nipple.
So i know i shouldnt being spending random large amnts of money...but i just bought a sword.
There was booze on his face and I wanted it. I'm not sorry.
Who knows. Maybe the world would be a better place if more people sent their drug dealers thank you cards.
Chris used to fill up a Camel Back for thirsty Thursday. God I really miss him, do you remember when he gets out of jail?
She just asked to come over. She's either going to bring one of her dads guns and kill me or we're going to end up having insane lesbian sex.
But now he's gone and I'm exhausted and my vagina is yelling at me and I want a cheeseburger
definitely good. no good can come from sex in a very full public venue.
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