no more hot dogs for you........
fine no more vajj for you
there are certain things about getting into a cab to go home at 630 am that make me feel like a prostitute.
I took it to a new level. I'm procrastinating taking my adderall. Hate finals week.
i had to apologize to my friends for being friends with me
you were passed out in your cheese fries by the time he brought out your second order of french toast.
our night together was a product of my beer goggles and jennifer aniston-like desperation.
You act as if I'm the first person to pee in the Taco Bell drive thru at 2 AM, I'm sure a lot worse things have happen in that drive thru than my urine.
He dared me to drink a bottle of olive oil in exchange for a 30 pack... So much for loosing the freshman fifteen this year.
If I have to give a UPS guy a lap dance, you owe me a drink.
You told us that you don't have to wait in line at Taco Bell. Then, drove up to the window and grabbed someone else's food.
Successful first night. Lost my phone. Front desk found it. Earthquake in wine country. Didn't feel it.
Just a suggestion, don't apricot scrub your vagina.
I asked my boyfriend if he wanted a bong for his birthday but he instead asked for corndogs
the cheaper the better
I did wake up to a random meat and cheese plate next to my bed, that was a thrill.
Why is it pressure? I want to see your cute face and possibly sit on it. You make it like its a bad thing.
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