So pretty much, I was trying to piece last night together and remembered a point where I was pointing to you heart then touching your face. I'm not sure that I ever translated that to "I like your personality better than your looks" but that's what I meant
you were convinced campus grass and foliage would give you your daily serving of vegetables to balance out the amount of alcohol you drank.
You got so drunk you kept singing the Sailor Moon theme song and kept making everyone call you Sailor Venus.
I was trying to make tacos and friends but there was a major language barrier.
Are you around on Saturday? Feeling a trip over
Wet with either fear or sexual excitement
I think a mixture of both is appropriate
There are very few times i will succumb to laying naked on my bathroom floor. But lastnight is a resonable enough cause.
The weed is temporarily burning the grammar section of my brain library.
Also my vagina isn't a crater of death where nothing comes out
I woke up wearing a lax pinnie under my shirt, a triathlon medal, and a dora backpack... I think I had fun
At this point i guess a traditional, non-life-threatening pity fuck is too much to ask for
i found you in bed eating fish fillets dipped in chocolate pudding
Ok she stopped using her fork and knife and is legit eating that steak using her hands.
HELP! I GOT DRUNK IN THE LIVING ROOM AND CANT GET UP UPSTAIRS
her nickname was handjob. I knew what i was getting into.
Dude, I need a fuckin wingman and this could finally make us eskimo brothers, how can you pass that up?
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