we banged on the home plate. i wasnt even aware of the significance of where we were until afterwards hahaha
You can't keep basing your relationship off of the fact that you both love ramen noodles
She's either too fat to type, hammered or has terrible spelling.
There was a community pot of Ramen, and if you were in the pool you were either fully clothes or ass naked.
I see you've set aside this special time to humiliate yourself in public.
Apparently I was the fucked up drunk guy greeting people at the hotel in the lobby last night.
I think I'm too tall to 69 successfully.
I think I might cry.
i woke up in just my socks. my clothes were outside, he had rugburn on his elbows, and a window was broken.
I think Facebook knows you fucked me. All of a sudden I get everything you do in my news feed.
I just connected with one of your drug dealers on LinkedIn.
It's like my uterus needs a hug... and anti depressants
I know its 2 in the morning and everything. But i just straight up yelled "DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND THIS WORLD IS DIFFICULT ENOUGH AS IT IS WITHOUT YOU PULLING THIS BULLSHIT ON ME" to my taco. Because it fell apart on me. I think i might be cracking under this finals pressure.
As I walked across the lawn after the party got busted, an officer told me to chug my beer before I left the premises.
I have dined. Now I want to get fucked.
Dear Douchebag, I would just like to formally issue this fuck you. You will be receiving a letter in the mail soon. With all of your stuff.
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