i've decided that sluttiness is like a disease, it can lay dormant in you for years and then one day you go to college and with all the booze and drugs and boys and time on your hands symptoms begin to show then one day BAM you're a huge slut. it's like how izzie had skin cancer and it grew into brain cancer.
I texted him about a book we both like. I was expecting a "ya great book... let's bone" response. It didn't work
you win again, gameday.
you puked out of a dead sleep and didnt wake up
I just noticed she took the "toys" too. That's how you know when it's really over.
I woke up this morning to my phone notebook open and written was "reasons why I'm a whore in chronological order" then it listed everybody I've had sex with in the past five months.
I don't remember what happened but judging from the contents of my pockets it had something to do with potatoes and glo in the dark condoms
the lady at the gas station just thanked me for wearing clothes this time... i am so confused
It's like a toaster oven for my penis
The fact that I took a nap during my midterm shows exactly how I handle being an adult
sooo trippy being back in town after 5 years. if you had asked me in high school who would be future coke heads, i would have been way off
I'm just like... Utterly amazed that we're still alive at this point. Who'da thunk it....
His encouragement of my recreational drug use is the backbone of our nonrelationship. That, and rough animal sex and loud music.
How do you feel about a threesome?
Will you be there?
I'm the one asking!
A good example of deductive reasoning: Knowing that when my girlfriend texts me "I promise not to smoke all your weed!" that she is...at that VERY moment...Smoking All Of My Weed.
Randomize