It's just you. You wear the fuck me fedora and wear baller shorts, hollywood hippie who thinks she is shakira when she's drunk.
I ate one of your animal crackers. just one. ok four. but no frosting. ok frosting.
The stories of what you did in Cuba got home before you.
I don't know who he was, where he came from, or where he went, but he just handed me a bowl of mac and cheese and left. It was good too.
I knew it was time to leave Waffle House when you started singing "What's Your Fantasy" to your hash browns.
It's not quite a landing strip... It's more like a soul patch for my vagina.
Go big or go home. i snuck in two beers in my bra. im here to win.
I can officially say I had a blunt rolled on my ass
wellllllll.... I literally just puked in my mouth so perhaps this is not the epic love connection I believed it to be 3 minutes ago.
Did u smell a guys dreadlocks in the McDonald's drive thru line last night or did I dream that?
I'm sorry, you're actually right. Ostrich racing happens, and they're ridden like a horse. Bewildered and distraught.
my spring break was before theirs and i literally fed him vodka all week, only stopping for class and bowls. like handles. i cant even think anymore, that chastity belt was hard to get off,
She came out of my bathroom wearing nothing but high top Converse, a leather jacket and a tongue stud. I love rock bars.
but real talk, he made 1 phone call last night and had someone bring us tacos at 3am so idk I might be inlove
i really love you but i feel kinda dumb about it
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