Just found out for my occult lit class (history of cults) final project is making a spellbook. Hello last term of college.
oh hey summer self, welcome to endless thirsty thursdays and walks of shame.
I made out with him with my retainers in. My drunken hook-ups get lazier and lazier.
Yeah. I realized I have a weakness for drugs and I need to move somewhere where I don't know how to find them.
I'm not drinking anymore...and by that, I mean until St. Patrick's Day.
We were Chugging coronas for the soul purpose of launching limes out of the 3rd story window, I'd say it was a good weekend
There was a trampoline and tequila. It was glorious.
There is someone out there for you right now. And we will find her. Or him. Her. Her, we'll start with tits.
How'd the date with the redheaded dentist go?
She didn't like my gingervitis joke
I just found one of your beard hairs in my oatmeal.
I've had pants off for 3 hours now. America.
We moved the bed and she found my vibrator. The entire ride home was a montage of her singing "Are You Lonesome Tonight"
There was puke outside of my classroom and lecture was half empty. Damn thirsty thursday is intense
I can still taste your cum in my mouth and my in-laws are coming over. This should go well.
You almost lost your european virginity to a Peruvian man waering a do-rag in a port-a-potty.
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