I've come to the conclusion that as a grad student I would much rather prefer to get laid then get drunk
I think you know full well that a few years ago my stance was the polar opposite
Also, I'm sitting at a crosswalk watching two Mexican gangs fight each other. I miss you too. A lot.
My penis just literally said "Yaaaaaay!!!" It's the first time it's spoken out loud. Before this we could only communicate through rudimentary sign language
I'm dealing with this like an adult, cupcakes and beer.
I fucking, woke up on a couch with a towel as a blanket to someones lion king ringtone.
I can HEAR him staring at your boobs.
I do have a life. It just consists of making scarves and chesse straws now
i just deleted him from my phone. and yes... I did just text you this from less than 20 feet away.
I'm not judging.. I sure as hell am not getting out of my bed to come talk to you about this. but i support your decision
We inadvertently arrived at the strip club on Bear Night. The dancers all look like young Santa Claus and there's a buffet....
Is there evidence of another human being getting away with this/ not dying?
What I'm doing now is like me taking a bagel, dropping it butter side down, leaving it for six years, picking it back up, and trying to fuck it
Quick question, did I crash teeth with you when I snogged you, or did I headbutt something between the car and the bed last night?
the walk of shame isn't very shameful when your mom tells you she's proud of you.
Access to a Target is paramount to my general happiness and self-worth.
her idea of a romantic time is a bottle of jager, some Guacamole and chips.
can't go wrong with guac.
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