Seeya bye Latvian government! Whammy!
Hot guy, man whore rep, huge crush, alcohol that will fuck you up. I fail to see how this could go wrong
woke up naked, spooning with wine bottle.. and my video chat was still open. fuck, not again.
cruising supermarkets, asking random people where i can get weed. fuck alaska
Let's just be mature adults about last night and never speak of it again.
Talking to this girl is like playing minesweeper on hard. There's red flags everywhere.
nothing cures the holiday blues like an open bar
we walked in to her beating him with a broom while he was trying to sweep ramen into a box. there were packing peanuts everywhere.
all I know is he gave me a Cialis and tried to take me home.
someday when you wake up in a dumpster we'll have to have this conversation again...
I feel like I owe it to them to wear pants.
I still have way too many Frat houses to get blackout drunk at before I'm get in any type of relationship
I would of joined had I not blacked out last night and ran around naked breaking things till 4 am
It's been 12 hours since I have heard from you and social media has given me no indication you are anything but dead, so that's what I'm going with.
The only thing about him that I appreciated was that he destroyed the bathroom at your birthday and missed singing to you. And we all knew.
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