So what's the moral of this story? Aside from 'lesbians hold grudges'?
I'm quitting my job and I'm just going to become a professional drunk girls mistake.
you handed me the dorito you were about to eat and told me to 'keep him safe' while you went to the bathroom
You just kept insisting that you and the homeless man went way back, and that you bonded over how cold you both were.
he built a boat made of joints. holyyy shit
Wackin it to the USA womens soccer team. My own personal way of saying job well done.
oh, i've got big weekend plans. on an unrelated note, do you think viagra will work if the guy is roofied?
He smashed a plastic chair leg on a tree stump, threw himself into the side of our metal enclosure, stomped on the wreckage for a bit and then punched the fire.
I'll reiterate. Best drinking game ever. I shall teach it to my children's children
You me handle of captain and a sorostitute study sesh, if we don't get laid mancards must be relinquished
University has ruined us all. I just had to clarify the last time I had sex as "No, not at the party we crawled home from in the snow. It was the one where you puked off the balcony and hit the barbecue."
If you magically turned into a tall white gay guy, ignore this message. If not, then I'm sure someone has your fb password.
I'm still, like... really stoked about not having any STDs
His eyefucking isn't even normal eyefucking; it's eye anal.
My hairdresser won’t do keratin treatments because of the toxins, but will put ecstasy up her butt at festivals...
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