O.A.R does not stand for Old Recycled Abortions.
so we have officially lost him as of 7 hours ago.. already called campus security, the drunk tank and the hospital. figure he'll turn up eventually..
i'll start checking the bushes on campus.
I think the boy in my gender studies class cried when 90% of the girls said they had faked an orgasm
She asked me how I live with myself. I told her one night at a time.
just dropped my bong into 7 pieces, and carried the glass shards around my house. dad saw the blood dripping down my arms, and asked if i slit my wrists. way too high to laugh at this.
you had me at cake vodka
I feel like I ran a fucking marathon on my knees last night and there are bruises to prove it.
I command you to take a shot and dance like the pretty little gay boy you are.
Who knows? Maybe we can sing afternoon delight into each other's genitals.
I told him I felt we were at the point where if I saw him talking to another girl, I'd probably choke him out. So I guess you could say things are getting serious.
There are both cum and chocolate stains on my sheets. Can't decide whether this is a new low or a new high.
Do you always skip to "Baby Got Back" when fat girls show up at the bar?
We helped him hit the bowl to the point that he didn't even have to move
No, I'm just drunk and was excited cause a hot stranger bought me tacos.
they call themselves the foursome.. thats def means they're up for one right?
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