I think whatever his name is just puked on the stairs. Just an fyi for the morning. Love you.
Totally using formspring as an incognito way of making sure that girl from last night wasn't jailbait.
It was an 11am booty call. We were both out of our element.
you went over to those random dudes and told them you were an ordained minister and would like to bless their food. they laughed and agreed, then you said "now bow your heads in prayer" as soon as they did you grabbed a taco off their tray and bolted out the door.
Here's my first problem: I'm drunk
Does he cat effect his dick pics to you? Because THAT is true love
I just remember dedicating a shot to me giving you head so it was obviously a good night
k. The important thing is we are going out. You are stones. I am mildly hallucenating.
I'm having a hard time existing right now. When I figure out how it works ill be over.
He spelled Steven with "ph", needless to say my nose was almost bleeding from the amount of axe he was wearing.
That was years ago. And it was chlamydia.
I have no idea, I usually just project my awkwardness out like a mating call until it draws other awkward members of the opposite sex out from the bushes
the cop found his r2d2 bong and asked me if i ever smoked out of him. i'm like, no sir. he's like ahh. if i were to smoke, it'd definitely be out of some star wars character.
easily made my night.
Step 1 was make out with him. so now we just need to come up with step 2.
Fruitcakes are only good for throwing at neo Nazis.
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