wait.. the condom broke. ehh whatever i think im already 2 months pregnant
I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
her night didn't end so well, both of her boyfriends got arrested... together.
Someone just asked if you were the one who rode around the bar on some girls back
We're celebrating his weight gain and arrest.and by we I mean I, and by celebrating I mean getting dangerously drunk
officially hit rock bottom.. been yelling through the vent in my room to my little brother trying to convince him to get me water for the past two hours. i fear feeling the full effect of my hangover if i stand.
bah. we'll see. don't give yourself a boner of false hope.
YOUR BALLS CAME OUT. DONT CALL ME A SHITSHOW.
THEY AREN'T MARRIED. PUT ON YOUR HOMEWRECKING PANTIES AND GET TO WORK. NO EXCUSES.
Why is my vagina being sacrificed for yours? I'm sure he would take a piece of you too. Your turn.
Usually I just ask myself "have I been naked here?" If the answer is no I correct the situation.
A stranger came up to me, pointed at my drink and asked what it tasted like and proceeded to chug half of it and then walked away.
Can't talk, ducks in the car
HE LIVES IN ANOTHER STATE
actually scratch that last text, he's the perfect boyfriend. He stays faithful and doesnt find out about all the guys here. it's a win-win
I did crash a prom last night though.. It was fun
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