So we've decided on 'hamburger' as your code for tonight. If you add ketchup or fries, we know the threat level has escalated.
i dont remember who you are as you are in my phone as "mr. peanut."
I drove you home. there is no excuse for wrecking your car 3 hours later.
My coke dealer called me at midnight just to ask how to spell a word. Not sure how I should feel about that.
there's a wings menu taped to my wall. don't tell me i don't have my priorities straight.
He told me something must be wrong, because no one had seen my boobs yet
I just came so hard there were tears. Actual tears.
Last I remember we played rock paper scissors for who would fuck the guy with cowboy boots on and I won..
show concern. Mark ate a butterfly and proceeded to drink more shots like nothing happened
I think as a general rule I have to have blacked out somewhere at least twice to be comfortable.
Aaaand the winner of the worst decision of Sunday night goes to me as I pull up to his house in my lingerie.
In an unrelated matter, im gonna eat you out so much later.
Too stoned. Randomly can't get the image of Emilio estevez's smiling face out of my head. What is life.
If you're not my stylist, having sex with me, or agreeing to have sex with me don't fucking touch my hair.
I was just dry heaving outside of the Chem building when a guided tour walked by. Welcome to the Maritimes kids...
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