Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. I drunk emailed a professor on friday. Oh my god. Oh my god.
the dr. explained that the first big patch is called a herald patch since it's biggest. So his name is Harold the Patch.
Wow. You named your rash.
woke up with ski boots on and a kayak in my room... birthday successful? i'd say so
I opened my browser to a doctor page titled "serious pain under left side of ribcage". Last night must have been healthy.
I can practically hear my vag and my conscience fighting.
She passed out in the backyard, making "face down" snow angels ... so they could have a smile.
I wish you would just come have sex with me in ihop. I don't want to be here
so... the fat chick just walked over, shook my hand, then introduced herself as "versatile". shoot me now.
You told me to remind you that the bruise on your ass is from when you danced on the table at Ziggy's, saw a cop and tried to 'fly away'.
Btw, do you want me to fix this with a box of wine and a chick flick or is this more of a 'lets head to the strip club' problem? I'm just trying to analyze the emotional depth of the situation.
Can we pretty pretty please go to Mardi Gras tomorrow? I promise I'll be a good girl and not puke in a pledges car
My roommate is downstairs drunk, smoking, and listening to a self help DVD. Please dear God don't let this be the Ghost of Christmas Future.
I don't need to know how horny your mother is, hun.
I don't think he understands that his kid doesn't bother me. I have a binder full of developmentally appropriate early childhood activities.
Either go for divorced men who are forty plus or stop doing this immediately. You are 23 years old. You need more wine and less baby fever
Thanks for supporting me through Robs retirement. I'm still in shock, but your dick helped.
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