You think if I promise to behave for the rest of my life, god will let me fuck her on the regular?
marching band practice is quite the interesting soundtrack to sex
been sitting in chapter for 25 minutes. drinking last night's franzia out of a XXX vitamin water 10 bottle. recruitment chair has no idea. life is good.
You have to stop getting hammered and preaching about that mission trip to Haiti.
I have to stop drunkenly making out with guys just because they're tall or have a beard.
When are you not under some influence?
Since last Tuesday...yesterday.
I keep telling myself last night was not real, not real, not real. Then I remember I can't move. This hangover is too fucking real.
For Valentine's Day I've purchased six lighters and I'm decorating them for him. I'm on a full ride to an art school and this is what I'm using my talents for. An intervention is needed. Please stop letting me date stoners.
I feel like I have to sign a death waver before I have sex with him...
In sex ed. they really need to include a lesson on saying tampon in foreign languages, just in case.... Trying to ask the woman at the reception desk, who barely speaks English, for one just turned into an awkward game of charades.
The site I use to study flash cards keeps showing ads for truck companies hiring drivers. It's like the site is saying "hey, we all know there's no hope for you, just give up and Become a truck driver."
We watched game of thrones, broke up and I drove away blasting ridin solo while he dougied
Those thigh tattoos deserve the handsomest of grins between them. Dont settle.
I sucked his dick by a creek, how romantic.
You know the story of the boner party, right? They got stuck in the mountains and ate each other?
It was the Donner party... boner party was the porn version...
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