I dont kno what was worse. Waking up 2 a guy next to me thinking I got blackout or realizing it was your boyfriend.
Mental picture: Us at a bar keeping it classy shot gunning PBR's in the corner.
That was a good example of when keeping it real goes right
I hope no one judges me for becoming a facebook fan of "Adderall" at 5:49 AM...
I honestly don't know what my boundaries are, but shitting on me is crossing them.
his dad came out and found me sleeping indian style on the couch with my cup balancing on my boobs. didn't spill a drop.
Blackout strip poker. Now. Bring flashlights because we found that candles are dangerous with nudity.
why are all my papers due the day after my potential hangover
private study room at the lib turned into byob study room. that turned into battle royale and eric impaling his leg on a pen.
So we became Pizza Strippers- we stripped and asked for slices of pizza in return.
Your rough animalistic sex sounds are disrupting my cocktail hour
We are so on opposite sides of the boobs spectrum
How the hell do you misplace a bag of tacos in a closet?
I'm trying to cause a divorce, your hooking up with a felon, I think we need Jesus.
Quit bitching. I brought you a muffin.
i know were having a "heart to heart" right now, but does it make you feel uncomfortable that im sexting someone right now?
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