you didnt say anything until i brought it up today. i guess i misjudged your maturity.
I guess I misjudged your gender.
your room smells of hookers.
And success
Our house smells like week old pizza, beer cans, cigarettes, and depressing career tracks....get lysol.
Giving me the bigger bowl of ramen isn't considered "romantic"
no, i'm currently making the trek across campus to get all my stuff from last night. My ID is in one guys bed, and my camera in another guy's bed.
This is part your fault too. Don't tell me your dishes are unbreakable and not expect me to prove you wrong.
I promise it'll work. Just go there and keep the lights off and keep saying blaowww. She'll think your me.
every single time I see a picture of the two of them on facebook, I want to just call her and scream "your boyfriend said I give the best head on the east coast". But I've been told that would be inappropriate.
somehow he and i always have our deepest conversations after phone sex.
It's a journey
And the destination is his penis?
Precisely.
my last clear memory of the night was being offered a shot but having so much alcohol in my hands that someone literally had to pour it in my mouth for me. after that it pretty much skips to waking up face down and shirtless on my floor.
you missed 2am bagpipes and my roommate looking hot as fuck in a kilt
Can I fire a pigeon out of a t shirt gun?
i'm so glad to be in bed i'd like to thank the acadermy
Other than the whole stab wound in my leg thing, today was pretty good. The nurses all loved me and gave me a sandwich and juice.
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