its like the voldemort of pregnancies, we don't talk about it
I woke up at 4am on the couch with half my clothes on. And by half my clothes I mean my earrings.
There's a mirror laying face down next to me. A looooong full body mirror. By the looks of it it fell off the wall last night and was within centimeters of shattering on my head. Awesome.
We just saw him running from campus police a few minutes ago. So no, I don't think he's still passed out on the quad.
We all told you to throw up but you just stuck your head in the toilet and screamed..
it's gotten to the point where there are no existing good choices. even our good choices are bad choice by anyone's standards but ours.
I used my yoga mat as a door stop so he couldn't come into my room when i was sleeping last night. Drunk engineering at its finest
Nope. Too much basics going on right now. I'm tying you both up and throwing you to the vibrating sexy toy sharks. You shall either sink or get off gloriously.
He yelled "Go Ducks" while he came
I'm just the girl with the breathalyzer keychain, and I embrace that.
If there was a gecko involved in your BDSM I'm gonna have to request that not happen when we live together ;)
I want to respect them as people, but really I just want to have sex with them.
never have sex with a mint flavored condom on. my vagina is on fire.
We're getting a bucket of chicken and screwing around, so no, you can't join us.
She demanded to see my stimulus package, I had to go over.
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