You work out of a Hotel?
i've decided that sluttiness is like a disease, it can lay dormant in you for years and then one day you go to college and with all the booze and drugs and boys and time on your hands symptoms begin to show then one day BAM you're a huge slut. it's like how izzie had skin cancer and it grew into brain cancer.
She wanted to test if her costume allows her to still have sex in it. It does
May or may not have found my way onto a stripper bus. To Chicago.
He left with a pair of dress shoes, some goggles, and a shot glass. I think we should follow him.
You were wasted and fell in a pond when you met him, it's not like you were on top of your game
she asked me which thongs i though her boyfriend would like best. fuck the friend zone
He had a 99.9% chance of getting laid...until he started cutting down the frat's volleyball nets with his pocket knife.
On that note if you see a hobo smiling with a pack of cigarettes and an AMP energy drink, that was my good deed for the day
You keep saying things....but all I'm hearing is kegs
i refuse to be around anyone not wearing a sombrero...its cinco de mayo
I'm eating those little wheels of cheese and watching storage wars, this is the opposite of sex.
my pupils became my eyes and i slept with a cloth in my mouth again
if i do community service solely to impress a guy, everyone wins, right?
except your soul
Feel free to drag me back to reality at your convenience
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