The shirt is mine, the pants are mine, the bra not so much
I just used Master P to describe what sound the letter U makes to my daughter...
So guy #2, the dancer, is programmed into my phone under the name H.uy. His number- 11 digits. I should have stopped drinking.
Just because your phone has a case on it doesn't mean it will survive a 5 story drop out the window.
at which point I apparently ran in and shouted "I made the sex with that one!"
My Grampa even called her out for being a cock block at the bar...it was that serious
im trying to stop thinking of him and his amazing dick. every time i do i snap myself with a rubber band. classical conditioning at its finest...and you said i wouldnt learn anything from psychology.
I'm so sick
I would imagine. You did most of your drinking for brazil last night.
That and I think I got food poisoning from sharing nachos with that homeless guy..
My 12 o'clock class is an all star team of my ex's hook ups
I got hella high today and freaked out about life and interest rates
Yea it's also hard to turn down a man asking you out with a chicken sandwich.
she's the poster child for how alcoholism can be fun.
We broke up. And I told him he better give me my fucking star wars movies tomorrow. Priorities.
i told you i was taking the Metra Train, and you asked what type of drug that was.. so yes i believe you when you say you were fucked up
Hey
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GODDAMNIT WHY AM I MISSING THIS
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