are you still at the devil's house?
You are a beautiful, beautiful young lady. Your heart is made of tissue, blood and love. I will call you very soon, Princess Sophia.
You stood in front of a yellow Camaro and kept yelling at it to "Transform already!!!!".. yeah, I'd say you were pretty wasted.
Everyone knows relationships are a winter sport
In order of importance: Where am I? Where's my car? Where are my clothes? Who is this chick in the room?
Anne's couch, the bar, your car, Anne.
Before he comes over remember the house standards. Ask yourself "will he stalk my sister or myself in the future?". If the answer is yes, then no, he isn't allowed.
I would have cried, probably tears of wine, but cried nonetheless.
Ran into him again last night, stole his glowstick and walked away. The glowstick mountain in my room keeps growing.
He has silky zebra print sheets, which you would think he put on just for me, but the bed was unmade. Did I just sleep with a closet case??
I fucking hate humanity. I met a twenty three year old adult with an aol email account today. I'm not sure how those things are related, but I'm sure they are.
how am i in montreal? thats like a 3 hour train ride. i remember nothing.
Dude get over here. Steven brought super soakers filled with colored vodka.
Remind me later when I want to buy more drinks that there's a 20 in my bra
Idk... I'm not sure why anyone would use a flesh light in general. Let alone hook it up to a wifi device.
I ripped ass in on and around her face during a hard 69. I don't think she'll ever call me again.
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