I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
I feel like this whole "telling that guy i have a kid to avoid him" thing is getting out of hand..
How so?
Probably at the point when i told him i was "Too drunk to drive" and "had to pick up my kid" all in a span of like 2 hours.
It's been over a month and I still can't find the bra I wore out on new years eve.
we've already established he's totally wasted. but now he's just sitting at his computer, doing i don't know what, and he keeps saying "dammmn girl" in a really low whisper
I got really high with eric & scott.. they're discussing why words sound the way they do.. it's going to get messy
I will not ride trays down a flight of stairs topless and drunk....
Just had a thought: were the sirens on when we were in the ambulance?
You had us pull over so you could pee, you proceeded to pee in some random persons front yard while yelling "im not ashamed"
You're doing that 'overestimating how much I care' thing again.
Hate to say it and even though I definitely have a biased opinion but I'm surprised your not, sleeping with anyone else. Good personality, charisma and amazing in the sack.
Feel free to use me as a reference.
shes taking the breakup well, i walked in on her naked passed out wearing a turban with a bag of peanut butter choc chips in hand at 5 in the afternoon.
I'm about to be a GTA V widow, he could at least throw me a bone. Literally.
I feel like a girl who eats her problems away with fast food.
When all else fails, you can always look down at your enormous penis.
There's tequila in my general area. Please pray for me.
When I got home he was in his underpants on the couch, eating pop tarts and crying while watching Voltron.
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