Eating in charleston sc at a seafood place called "hymans". Like normal I had no problem finding it.
You kept excitedly announcing to the bar what time it was. Followed by an equally excited "Clock language still makes sense!"
And he tried to make it as casual as possible by asking where i was going on vacation while he was poundin me.
We decided to have a girls night of four lokos, three of us cried and the other puked
Ok the fact that you know THAT phrase perfectly is terrifying. You just proved you can slut it up in mulitiple languages.
I've started grabbing my boobs in front of my lesbian philosophy professor so she'll give me a better grade. It's working...
i don't know what happened by from the looks of her lipstick I'd say she was skull fucked by a rhino
he's just a really huge penis that sells weed
last karaoke night = doing dmx songs with a guy who threatened to stab me. so yeah I'm coming out.
I just don't do feelings in the summer months.
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.
Something like; Dear Cupid, when are you going to send me someone to date that isn't a complete psychopath
To get him to come she paid for his uber and promised that someone in the house would give him head. it worked
How can I prove that I give 401k advice and not handjobs?
Im drinking a CAN of bud light at the bar. Do you really think I care anymore?
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