I'm in that stage of denial where I hope our kids have his nose.
You do realize that you broke up with him, right?
champagne bombs. Yes, i think that is where things may have gotten out of control.
Apparently, there is a horrible ghonorrea out break at our school. Woo! What a way for Loyola to welcome us back.
I feel eeeverything like there's a rhythm and everything can be felt w/o ever touching it. And it's beautiful. Sunshine or raindrops it's like orgasming. Everything has a taste.
I hope the dean has a raincoat on because I'm prolly gonna throw up on him when I get my degree
I only get commercials for vodka and Rogaine now. You're exactly right, Hulu. That's exactly right.
I like my landing strip. Makes me feel sophisticated.
What you did last night can never be called sophisticated. I don't care how you trim your pubes.
Just saw someone tackle someone else to the ground for their coors light; he's not getting back up.
Yea, now that Irene is hitting us stores aren't selling any alcohol; beer is now a precious commodity.
It sounds like heaven mixed with world peace and orgasms. The acoustics in this car are awesome. Or it's the weed idk either way it's great
My dad, when he got home and saw me loading a bowl in the living room: "We have TWO beautiful balconies to get high on and you pick the couch?!"
I'm going to empty my bank account and roll around in the cash. Want to join?
Just had a VERY VIVID visualization of wrapping a pizza around my cock and fucking its brains out. Soooooo less weed more dates?
You told him he looked like Jesus and that you wanted to fuck his face, I'd say your blind date went well
I'm driving to his house to eat chicken and hopefully have an orgasm
I wanted one last NYC adventure and I got it. Now I just have to figure out a polite way to wake up the pantless former stripper illegal Russian immigrant street violinist chick currently in a vodka coma in my bed.
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