Then she called me a home wrecking whore.
dont they live in a condo? that doesnt count.
girl in the front row yawned. double jointed jaw. i know where i'll be sitting next class
I went to his work to give him some blankets and ended up blowing him in the bathroom. See what happens when you don't come over?
I'm drinking sangria out of a sand pail. I'll pass on tonight
He's more than prepared to help us move. Dude brought sunscreen, cans of Coke, and Captain Morgan.
Just ate a whole pizza by myself. Wearing my indian headdress again. its really cool with the french braids. I look like fucking pocahontas or some shit.
You're alright. You just passed out while we were having sex. Then I'm pretty sure you peed. So I went home.
Yep. It's going to be us, strippers, and drag queens.
A glittery, gay, heavily makeuped, scantily dressed clusterfuck.
Well, remember that night we took shrooms at graces an had to leave immediately to go home and hold each other on the futon and sob for four hours? That bad...
drunk in woodshop so don't even say "I SAWWW THIS COMING." I know you're thinking it.
She's the perfect storm of great hair, big boobs, intellectualism, and mild moral ambiguity.
I drank so much that my feet don't feel like my feet
Made out with sailor moon tonight. Childhood dreams do come true.
Relationship goals: we both wore red underwear tonight. Except he won’t know because my bra been off but it’s the thought that counts I guess.
My boobs are too perky to pay that much for a car
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