By the grace of god and the ingenuity of Alexander Graham Bell, this text message is made possibe: YOU ARE A WHORE
Never again let me pretend to be australian for free booze.
Also, I once came to the conclusion after this one boy, that her pleasure condoms are a college boys version of flowers
she refuses to pay for the plan b and so do i. it's the most dangerous game of chicken i've ever been involved in. but i have my pride.
The cops caught them pow wowing in the teepee at the entrance of the golf course at 5 am. But were still missing someone.
And then we made hashbrowns with vodka and queso.
She was moaning so loud as i walked out of the room her roommates gave me a standing ovation... i think they are next
Seriously my only wish tonight is to be at the club in a sombrero w my shirt off pouring tequila on bitches titties
I sent him an 18 page sext. He's going to have a good morning.
I'm a sociology major remember
Well that and comm
Basically you majored in how to get laid
I love you so must. You as do fraty. You are truly my veste breakable (ties I wtf racket Andover). Luce you. Have a safe drive bio dough failover.
Yeah that doesn't involve enough booze, count me out
I'm going to become fluent in fucking Belgian boys
Okay, this next statement may sound like a red flag but I'm tellin you, shotgunning those two beers really helped me love my child more effectively. Honest.
We made out in front of everyone INCLUDING his girlfriend. And no one saw. THAT DRUNK!
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