I chose taco bell over sex...
good choice.
not only did i climb through the window at 4 am but here i am 4 hours later for my interview at the mall and i'm staring in the dark pet store barking at puppies
best googles of the semester: toe fucking, purpose of two nostrils, human tail. with pictures
woke up on my stairs with half a hot dog beside me and the last text I sent was "i make hot dog in toasTer" .
whatever. as long as im no longer referred to as the girl who fucked the pledge on his big brother's couch.
Told him I'd blow him in the bathroom. There was a giant window everyone was looking thru. He whipped it out n I burst out laughing n walked away. Even blackout drunk I set the bar high. You should be proud.
I'm sorry but you're choosing a girl that faked a pregnancy when you wouldn't return her calls over a more attractive sane girl who you begged for a chance with last week? God you're a loser.
IF IT WALKS LIKE A MANWHORE AND QUACKS LIKE A MANWHORE, HE PROBABLY HAS VD.
you guys have a strange definition of the word fun. I would have said dangerous, terrifying, or life-threatening. of course, bowling can now be described the same way.
idk about you, but when i sext i just hit em with the "yo lets bang" text
I'm totally going to bang the cable guy tonight. I'm so pumped
Also at one point I told him to say my name and it took him like 5 seconds to remember.
There's no sexy way to moan the name Ernest. Or Ernie. This relationship is fucked
I will give him this, every time we go to the club he gets a stripper's actual number.
It's a draw. You need to settle it in Smash, Soul Calibur, and/or rock-paper-scissors, the last of which Steve claims is bullshit.
Randomize
