So im pretty sure the object of my emotional onterest is tired of playing with me....
when I'm not with you everything just looks like crayon scribble
someone shit in a solo cup and left it at the base of the stairs. fuck orlando dude.
I realized that I earned the name Classy cassie as i was throwing up vodka slushie in my bed with a guy I know by the name extacy boy
There I was staring at a teeny weeny black one and a huge white one. It was like an episode of Myth Busters
You think they'd ask my permission before turning Pajamarama into an orgy. I saw too many of my friends dicks at once the door got kicked down.
Hey, I took a sweater from your house. And, um, your little brother's virginity.
Please tell me those naked pics were not your mom. Lie if you have to.
Didn't pick classes because we were out all weekend...only open course is "alcohol and drug problems". Fucking ironic.
She's one of those people who could be either 16 or 23. In which case she's too old for me or in dangerously jailbait territory for you, bro.
We sat at the bar and made fun of everyone around us. I'm in love
He forgot how to sit. we had to pick him up and set him down.
You are currently doing Harry Potter spells with the turkey-baster...
Note to self: make sure the door is locked before the handcuffs go on.
don’t ask me. i snorted coke off of a pregnancy test box last night. i obviously don’t make the best life choices.
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