I specifically asked you not to be slutty tonight.
i think our first tip to leave should have been when we saw the drinks were coming out of a gas can
You would think that someone would have been sober enough to object to vodka bong races.
you made them have somersault races with you thru the lobby..
please don't text me until you can spell three letter words again.
I come back into the room and you're grinding with the person in the mascot suit.
say it with me now .. the "golden" penis. his nickname does not disappoint.
Want me to give your number to an army recruiter?
I don't know... do you want me to use your number to sell used gay porn on Craigslist?
I sense beginning a prank war would end badly for both of us.
My time here is complete. I think I have now thrown up in every major degree programs building
We convinced the Dj to let us play musical chairs...... I won by the way.
The only explanation I can think of is that he still likes me. Which gives me an enormous amount of power over him and makes me laugh with malicious intent.
He dared you to draw a map of the USA on your wall in mustard. You drew something that vaguely resembled a velociraptor eating Oklahoma, got embarrassed because you forgot how to spell America, then hid out in the coat closet until everybody left.
We are so on opposite sides of the boobs spectrum
I'll accept that I'm a woo girl. Just not the drunk cowboy hat wearing bar mongering twat bag type
If you sleep with him I will stab you int the uterus with a pitchfork.
Prepare the pitchfork.
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