This is the kind of period I feel I should name out of respect to the fact I might have just gotten lucky this time.....
I'm either watching Fifth Element or Hotel Rwanda. There's black people and white people and high life tall boy 18 packs are $11.99 so I could be watching my own hand. I have no idea.
I just told you I can't. My fingers are melting. I have discovered the high.
Her exstacy made her nickname everyone David. Nobody knows who the fuck she's talking to so we just say no to everything she says. She's crying.
Honestly, it's not that easy picking a Saturday night outfit that can translate to Palm Sunday mass. Priorities.
I feel like I've wasted too many painkillers on hangovers
lets just use each other and get past this awkward stage. forget my name.
I can't even express how horny I am. The English language isn't equipped for what I'm plotting.
These cutoffs are too tight but my ass looks like Freedom
She ordered an O'douls. That was the end of that date
I had sex in an engineering office last night. So that could be your life. I was mounted on top of a sketch of a future parking lot for a maintenance building. If that's not romantic, idk what is
Here's a concept though: eating pasta while getting laid
i was so high when i left this morning that rather than make sandwiches i threw bread and peanut butter in my backpack. a whole loaf. and a whole jar
that lady just saw me taking a picture of her baby... It's time to leave.
Turns out the grown up version of seeing your teacher shopping is seeing your therapist is on tinder
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