No, he's fine. He only wanted to know why there were traffic pylons in the living room and how the peanut butter got on the ceiling.
2nd semester senior, always drunk. at this point if i don't get a good parking spot, i turn around and drive home
I actually want to hang out with her with our clothes on. That's a big step up for me.
they were fucking between cars in the parking lot and everyone was cheering at them.
we walked around the neighborhood with caution tape tied around our foreheads, making indian noises. I might have disturbed a crime scene to make a native american headdress.
We didn't have sex but he is somehow naked and laying on top of me. his dick is touching my leg and freaking me the fuck out.
It was awful. Mid hookup he started reading the titles of the books over my bed, which were about Russian imperial history. He then started asking me questions about the class I was reading the books for. I was like "WE HAVE TIME FOR THAT LATER, PLEASE CONTINUE."
There's a picture of you on facebook laying in the street with 3 cops standing over you after you faceplanted off that guy's shoulders.
Is that what happened to my face?!
No one suspects that a sweet girl who is excited about her anniversary with her bf just blew her partner at work in a communal area a few hours ago, so its cool.
And is it bad that I haven't talked to guys who I haven't already dated? I feel like a recycle bin.
You are the tramp this city needs, but not the one it deserves.
just like fucking own it. stare that cop in the eye and just keep masturbating "yeah motherfucker Im high as shit and this feels great"
she broke a 50 dollar bottle of alcohol. then passed out in front of her car and got sprayed by a skunk
I realize that my conversation topics seem to only be about bees and my cross dressing fiance. Thank you for being my friend.
Just once, can I please come back to a room that doesn't smell like beer and cum?
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