4:12a: just got back to his place now. I don't want to talk about it
the young, male pastor of my church has a jesus fish tramp-stamp. I made him show me.
She is a fish and this place is a barrel. I can play this game.
Dude I think I vomited on the wireless internet box too...it isnt working.
just had to re-breakup with her. it was like shooting a dead horse that was crying and talking.
I'm taking this break up pretty rough.. I've never been to sad to masturbate.
she walked out and i tried to get her to come back but i couldn't remember her name so i just whistled... future reference: that doesn't work
sleazy september. first one with mono loses.
My booty call just put me down for a reference for her job at the hospital. What am I supposed to say? She gives great bj's?
He said I was cute and he handed me a stuffed bear from his car. I don't care that he was 80, I named it Hector.
Riding the train home at 6 am for class still drunk is losing its novelty in my junior year
He was trying to talk to me about standards while he had a french fry box on his hand like a glove and was using it to flatten his cheeseburger.
I feel as if some line has been crossed, but only in this vague, WTF sort of way.
In theory, it seemed like it would work.
I'm torn between regretting everything and regretting nothing.
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