He's marrying her, which means that she is his most important person in the world, so you gotta deal with it...okay?
Conclusion from last night: Sometimes being classy isn't as fun as making out with a guy on a pooltable in a bar. Happy birthday, Canada.
so i woke up this morning covered in mail. none of it is mine.
I don't think I own any pants that haven't seen his bedroom floor anymore...
i left with the words "thank you for undersanding my sluttiness"
He just asked me if he's allowed to flirt with me. That's how whipped he is.
You asked me if you could throw up in my shoe.
I found a half-finished mass text from my California weekend that said "things I want to rape: you, things, stuff, and le"
Currently playing beer pong versus the girl i lost my virginity to.....and her mom
I need a kidney, not a pussy. All the pussy in the world isn't going to save my life. Keep your pussy in your pants and give me a kidney.
Biggg time. I found 2 empty packages of extenze in my car this am.... not sure what that was all about
Brightest idea yet: lets drink enough at ladies-drink-free nights to make up for the cost of tampons. Breaking even on having vaginas!
I only had ten dollars. So leave it to Katie to somehow makeout with the bartender, on his shift mind you, and get free drinks.
YOUR MANICOTTI IS FULL OF LIES
Sorry i meant to send that to my mom
I would really like it if you guys got out of my bush
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