Hi Jason, it's Liz. We dont need you to pick us up anymore. I dont care if you will be here in a milisecond. And you should know im wearing really amazing shoes.
he's 24. he finally texted me instead of using facebook chat. baby steps.
you dont seem to understand my overwhelming need to watch space jam right now
it was really awkward, he kept trying to get on the bed with us and we kept having to kick him back on the floor.
I told you I was good to drive
dumbass I drove... you sat in the passengers seat and steered with a paper plate
I really couldn't tell if she was disgusted with the fact that I yacked on her shoes, or if she was about to do the same to me.
I'm afraid to text her because most of the time she just replies with "cockblock."
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Just found out I called my mom at six in the morning to ask where the bong was. I win.
So, since you're now a four night stand, I feel comfortable asking: Did I leave my sunglasses at your house? Or my underwear?
Well he fell three stories from the balcony and still had the strength to fuck me for 2 hours.
So what's going on?
We hit boys town to get stupid. I mean invading Iraq stupid.
I jizzed in his mayonnaise and put it back in the fridge. Shouldn't have stolen my weed.
Our sex is like an episode of "The Simpsons." Picture Homer choking Bart, and that's pretty much what we're into.
It's a weird kind of sexy when a guy has a bunkbed with his roommate
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