I do no wrong. I am always right. Right? I forget why I am sending this. It seemed relevant.
He is either going to be in my pants or get a restraining order against me.
the mandatory saturday morning class for those written up by RA's turned into a gold mine...just met EVERY hot chick that parties.
dude skip the party. it is a fucking post office here
what the hell does that mean?
nothing good but a whole lotta male and packages
She started crying. I don't think she's gotten head from a sax player before.
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spotted: something called the tunnel of opression. i feel like if we patricipated we wouldnt even be phased or we could run it better than them
My brother is wearing glitter eyeshadow and split leg skinny jeans
You've been usurped as King of the Gays
My goal for the night is to see your housemate's one lonely teste.
I know, but the fabulousness of my baggies should not be what defines my business as a drug dealer.
I really don't know where my pants are, but that's not the problem. When are you going to unlock the door?
I need to immerse myself in a tub of peroxide to kill whatever traces of him are on me.
I sign my lease Thursday, I'm about to be released back into the wild.
I'll make missing person signs.
You're a good friend.
he's drunk and referred to his shoes as foot condoms
No. No. Fuck you! You can do your own grocery shopping.
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