Yeah, i don't remember peeing. or meeting the girl.
She was singing my heart will go on into her barf bag. celine aint got shit on her.
And then somehow we were arguing over how to fold our arms
he just asked if we wanted to go to an arts and crats club with him tomorrow. every day it becomes harder for me to defend his sexuality
All i remember was you crying naked on the bathroom floor because you were cold. I got you a blanket and you kept kicking it off and crying because you were still cold.
Where the hell is he. I called him crying for weed and sex you would think that would signal some urgency.
Dude, seduce him with cookies. You almost turned me gay with scones. Don't be surprised when they get you laid.
My day may involve a drug pinata. I LOVE MY LIFE.
That super awesome moment when the guy who threw up in your bed last night crawls into your roommate's bed the next morning...Naked...She was in it.
and if planning a fake elopement keeps me from fucking strangers and doing drugs, i think it's good for me
I could drive to your house and kick you in the nuts right now....and not even stop for a burrito
I hate who I am becoming
I think of it as growth but I also hate who I am becoming as well
i like beer, sex, and cooking. what more can he want?
It took him 15 minutes to put the condom on.
I dunno about you, but I consider getting eaten out on the porch of a houseboat in -30c in a bridesmaids dress a northern right of passage
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