the cure to his relationship is in or around my vagina.
Someone just proposed in Subway. Trying not to laugh.
I remember sucking his bleeding finger and then it's all black until he had his hand down my pants.
He came on my face. Threw a towel at me. Stole my weed. And left. I thought this would be over after we graduated?
We sat in his closet and drank four loko out of my camelbak for an hour in the dark. You tell me how my night went.
At this point can I suggest a mail away bride. You judge Nick but you are a strange dude and that may be your ticket.
He held back my hair as I puked, then kindly asked me to slightly move my head over and pissed right next to my face.
Last night you told me to stop being Martha Stewart and asked if I had Taco Bell in my house
Pounding your chest saying "me Tarzan" is not flirting or even talking
the new numbers in my phone would beg to differ
He's in the same dorm as me. We are sharing a laundry room, gym, and cafeteria. I'VE ALREADY COMMITTED DORMCEST AND MOVE-IN DAY ISN'T UNTILL NEXT WEEK!!!!
Fucking holidays. How do I have this many men who want to fuck me and none of them are available when I'm ready to blow my top?
I think John will remember that birthday for a while. I'm still dying at the fact a stripper was hunting me down.
He couldn't give me an orgasm, but he did give me a UTI.
Currently tripping balls and watching Pink Floyd the wall and I'm crying during it. If this isn't a self realization then I don't know what to tell you.
apparently ive been in a long term relationship for the past 1 1/2 years w/ out knowing
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