I don't want to talk about it. He was like the Little Engine that couldn't get me off.
Its about making memories worth repressing
Just ducktaped my beer to my bike. See you in ten.
i think it would be like really awesome if scientist could genetically engineer manatees to be like the size of goldfish so i could have one in my fishbowl and be like FUCK YEAH TINY MANATEE
So I cleaned the toilet last night at 2 am and woke up with pink eye. Never doing that again.
i distinctly remember leaping through the apartment to rescue the clam chowder burning in the kitchen
Just calculated that for my last final tomorrow I need 120% to improve my grade and 53% to keep it..buying 30 packs now, go get dressed
trying to line up a DD for St Pats Day. i guarantee i will put out. or puke and pass out. really its 50/50 at this point.
I knocked myself out momentarily last night when I fell and hit my head off of my jewelry box while trying to take his pants off... while he was passed out.
Aaaand I cut your bangs with a large knife last night ...
It was kicking off big time until you crawled out the bar on your hands and knees. Nobody wanted to mess with that.
He'd rather cuddle with his shitty little miniature dog than the half naked girl in his bed. I've lost all hope for him and my vagina
I don't drink nearly as much when I'm coupled, and that's not a lifestyle I can commit to
Well, while we went through airport security, I found out Mom got her clit pierced, so there's that.
Well I'm trying out this whole "not sleep with a stranger thing"
That's silly... just silly. And by silly I mean unrealistic.
Randomize
