So I just passed a billboard for "Risque Cafe: Good food and topless women". Fuck. I love SC.
I'm at a party watching some dude try to eat a whole package of Oreos in 5 minutes.
I never once brought up his unibrow when he was insulting me. That's class.
I wouldn't necessarily say I'm in her pants...I'd say I'm more on the on ramp to the freeway to the long way to her pants. There really isn't a short cut.
At least I cut out the pieces of your hair where I braided gum into it last night. Thank me later.
Good idea. You gotta take care of your vagina. She takes care of you. Pay it forward.
I would feel worse for you if you weren't waking up between a pair of double Fs that attached to a classically trained chief. Im still jacking off eating hot pockets.
Oh and I'm kind of in the library.
Waiting for the foreign guy who keeps staring to make his creepy move.
When she asked why I felt bad I said that it may have had something to do with the gin and cold pizza I had for breakfast.... And then I reflected on what my life has become.
2 weeks into this dating someone with money thing and I already don't know if I can go back to the being poor life
help. there is a guy in a bunny costume.
She was sitting on the couch in his tux jacket...no pants, eating cold vegetable lasagna. Yet I'm the weirdo?
Was that before, or after strip tac toe.....
We'll handle his penis the same way we handle day drinking; together.
I need to get laid. Right now that freshman frat pledge & my Econ professor are the leading candidates
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