So im pretty sure the object of my emotional onterest is tired of playing with me....
TYLER... glimpse of last night: leather chaps, guacamole dip, a jump rope, spray paint, and rhinestone studded pajamas.
i think you have the wrong number... but your story sounds delightful.
Found a phone last night. Hope "daddy" gets picture messages
you thought you were invisible so you started narrating your actions.
It would be one hovered percent delicioui
if youre pregnant and ruin my spring break i'll never forgive you.
You grabbed her hand and started jacking her finger off. She was horrified.
Did it finish?
Apprently after I bit that bouncer, it all went down hill.
Dude, you went to another fraternity's formal as a joke and came home with one of their dates. AND you managed to get her number. Please explain to me how that's not a good night.
I need drugs. Hard drugs. Today. Not tomorrow. Today. Something relaxing.
Move ovrr Titanoc and all you others. Heres the real tale of woe. This ladys failed search for boozdy goodnezs.
he's a fucking beast. people that don't even know him have started calling him "puke and raleigh"
I was on antibiotics for a bladder infection and couldn't drink and you told me there was no longer room in your life for me.
I was so drunk at your wedding that Uber is now showing up in my Spotify recent searches.
Are you going to regret this?
No I do t think so
Ok then he can enter the holy dorm temple.
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