i've decided that sluttiness is like a disease, it can lay dormant in you for years and then one day you go to college and with all the booze and drugs and boys and time on your hands symptoms begin to show then one day BAM you're a huge slut. it's like how izzie had skin cancer and it grew into brain cancer.
Be careful down there, Shane may have pooped on the carpet.
so i told him i still liked him. he laughed
well, your crazy. what did you expect?
wanna get hammered and throw tomatoes at the people standing in line for the midnight showing of harry potter and yell whichcraft is evil
I didn't scare your mother by showing up on the roof, did I?
He deleted all his profile pics with her. It was like the bat signal for single women everywhere.
Bring gay.
By that I meant the rum. I just realized that my request made no sense. You always bring gay.
And he came by and picked me up. We cuddled in his car then had sex until... an officer doing his rounds put a spotlight on crazy haired, naked me straddling him.
Like he was inside me when I made eye contact with a police man.
You were drink-wine-from-the-bottle drunk trying to take everybody's blood pressures again.
He Dutch ovened me while I was hiding under the covers from his mom. Needless to say it did not end well.
I guess that means I was blowing a nerd last week.
And loving it.
I have never thoroughly inspected the geometry of my nipples until now. How do I fix this?
I know. In fairness he did tell me to throw up out his window onto his roof so I don't think he's pissed at me but I'm still mortified by the whole situation.
I just do things that aren't classy the classy way.
he just asked me that if he was a penguin and I was a penguin if I would fuck him
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