What a fucking waste of an outfit
so i had a choice between studying for my physics test on fluid dynamics or spend the night with my girlfriend. hello doubletasking.
Fiestas. Its like a classier verson of mardi gras.
It's like God knew that was my ex's best friend and punished me. I've never vomited that much in my life.
He snuck into my grandmothers house, broke her lamp, fucked me, then had breakfast with us the next morning. I am an awful granddaughter.
At the time, making out with dudes for keg money seemed like a genius idea. Now I realize it was borderline prostitution.
Home safe. Psyche shattered. Still rolling. In love with the morrocan rug in the living room.
He left his own bachelor party to bring me weed. Then smoked with me. Tell me I'm not his favorite-ex-friends-with-benefits.
Remember when we partied so hard that dude died and it cockblocked you hooking up with my sister?
I forgot that happened. That's the second dude that died on a vacation I've been on
I mean I love some drunk compliments, but he just wasn't up to my low standards.
Pride is not for the college student young Padawan. Tequila is for the college student.
i projectile vomited shoeless at 7:30 a.m. in a taco bell parking lot. never again.
I'm beginning to think shitting his pants is just a normal thing for him.
This whole pope visit thing is ruining me having sex.
He still want's to kick my ass for fucking his sister, probably a bad idea to leave the bar with his ex...
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