You guys were grinding to YMCA. I knew you were going to hook up with him.
an unopened bag of salt and vinegar chips... probably the best thing I've ever found in my room while high.
Drinking wine in my childhood bed getting ready to go to sleep in order to wake up for my menial temp job. Thanks, college degree, I can handle the real world.
and my souvenir for the night was a nice ambulance blanket
I don't think going to Relay for Life and painting our faces while everyone stares at us is a sufficent late night after the bars.
I sang him a lovely rendition of 'So Long and Thanks For All the Fish", but replaced fish with dick.
Any time you've had a failed relationship, I blast No Sex for Ben by The Rapture and dance around my room. I wish I was joking.
One last thing: he lists glow sticks and tacos as things he can't live without. How would we not be friends??
This couch is so comfortable I can tell if it's like a waterbed or I pissed myself
How does a face ride mean we're back together?
He compared my ass to "a 13 year old track star's ass." Umm WTF? Is that supposed to be a compliment? And when I questioned boy or girl he said "either."
Xanax and full house Tuesday is now Percocet Sunday
I am the oldest one here and I STILL feel like I need an adult. help.
How did people get blow jobs before text messaging?
If waffles and beer don't scream "fuck me!" then I don't know what else to do.
Randomize