party is dying down. we just wrote whore in the yard with gas. Photos to come.
he asked me if i wanted "a hit" off his inhaler. its definitely time for a new roommate
you kept naming everything at the party...like "boy i'm going to make out with" and "table i'm going to dance on later"
I should have some sort of frequent buyer card or something. I just bought my third bottle of Captain this week. It's Wednesday.
I'm in Target and the lady in front of me is buying three Summer's Eve douches, a box of fishsticks and a giant bottle of vodka. The sad thing is I get it.
Ah, I knew it wouldn't be long before my boobs were introduced into the conversation.
He compliments me like a gay guy and fucks me like a starved nympho. I'm in love.
I just broke a sweat shaving my own vagina. Something has got to change.
But today feels so special with katie getting herpes and me cleaning my room. Good things are happening.
You guys bombarded us in the bathroom and that kid whipped his dick out and peed in the sink.
Two days later and my throat is still sore. That bong is a double edged sword.
Yeah but sometimes your vagina needs to be fed and when we are drunk we tend to eat junk food
I lost a fight last night. By that I mean I head butt the bar and busted my lip open.
I think I offered a man a blowjob for his power ranger suite last night...
Her oh Gods turned into oh god I shouldn't be doing this I'm engaged.
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