By the grace of god and the ingenuity of Alexander Graham Bell, this text message is made possibe: YOU ARE A WHORE
you were holding her hair as she threw up saying "I'm going to be a great doctor" repeatedly.
well after he sqeezed a zit off his forearm i got the hell outta there
the extent of background information i have on her is minimal, but it will get me in her pants
I have a page in my 2010 scrapbook dedicated to pictures of his cock.
She's lying on the sidewalk wailing that she is gonna die alone, with hundreds of strangers watching us, and also we lost Kate, . Please help me
Well it went from being a hug to a straight out tackle through the back door.
Lost gin update. Blackout me found and re-hid the bottle. Left a note to myself saying, "GOOD LUCK, SUCKER!"
Dude the animal human society told us we could get a dog when we came back sober. I cant wait.
I found him with a guitar and his kitten in his room. He was singing a song he'd titled "you're a cat". Guess what most of the lyrics were...
Don't make fun of the drunk girl eating bread out of her pockets. I've been that girl.
Sober now. I'm really glad I didn't try to make out with that guy who has a pregnant fiance
he's like watermelon oreos; I know they're gross and weird and I shouldn't like them, but I can't stop eating them because they're there.
what could you have possibly accomplished by watching 6 hours of a mythbusters marathon
well, i added sex in a wind tunnel to my bucket list
I did put on a shirt to start the night, right?
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