He asked about stds. I told him I don't have any... which I don't. They are now called sti's. Whooopsie
I woke up with ten beers in my bag that hoarded at the party last night. Rally? Its five somewhere.
So he saw that playlist i made with his name as the title. i think he's creeped out that I have 106 songs that remind me of him
I think any school that has COCKS written on it's baseball hats has their priorities straight.
I fucking love fucking science majors-- she told me that she wanted to know if her gag reflex got better or worse with alcohol, and that her initial evidence had been inconclusive. So, next few weeks, yeah, gettin blown periodically. All I have to do is keep a log.
He gave Paula abdoul a run for her crazy
i'm in workout clothes. this is progress.
in the event i get tipsy, my nipples are your responsibility
I'm so sorry man. Roger cartwheeled into a signpost and cut his face open. it was pretty messy so we all went into panic mode.
Rather than admit to myself he's hooking up with her right now, I choose to believe that he's not responding because he's masturbating to my picture, distraught over his poor choice, and trying to forget about the one that got away with a heavy dose of meth.
He's the conductor of the struggle bus
I RODE THAT FINE PIECE OF STRUGGLE BUS
Sorry brah. Drastic times called for drastic measures and I had to go home and bang a cougar.
We had sex on roll out bean bag chair, and then proceeded to sleep with a blanket with dolphins on it. Happy birthday to me.
stop fucking thinking about him when there is A MILLION OTHER PENISES TO RIDE IN THE WORLD
Living alone for four weeks has given me unrealistic expectations of pantslessness.
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