Just got done reading an 11 page essay for class. Took me three fucking days and the only thing I have highlighted is the name "Alexander Cockburn"
He set 8 alarms to make sure I took my birth control on time..
they just started filling water ballons with vodka.
on my way.
he got everyone in a room, turned off the lights and started throwing knives at the wall. if you got hit, you had to drink...
I paused mid sex to tell him I wished I'd taken up barrel racing so I could ride better.
I just remember dedicating a shot to me giving you head so it was obviously a good night
I wasn't a groupie because I didn't carry his guitar home
Oh my god he's laying on a longboard singing the song from cool runnings.
He left his boxers here. Can I keep them and make a shrine or would that be creepy?
I knew he was a classy dude because when I told him my name was Jen he said "Gin? Like Gin & Juice?"
I'm so pissed theres no male strip clubs around where we are staying I looked extensively
It bothers me when I see my old fuck buddies starting families on Facebook.
I just sent him a message bearing my soul about how much he means to me as a friend and his first response is "are you drunk?"
Shit like this is why I'm a bitch to everyone.
I now have scissors specifically made for cutting dicks off.
I’m good. I learned that a guy ate the mushrooms that were growing out of his toilet, so there’s that.
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