I'm going to come in a little later this morning....there's no heterosexual way to say this....$1 flip flop sale at old navy
I remember seeing LSAT prep books and thinking "Whose room is this? I should be hooking up with them instead."
apparently i told her i wouldn't press charges if she brought me food.
After this weekend, it looks come this holiday season I'll be walking in a winter abortionland.
If you like her enough, bring her with. If not, eloquently cunt punt that bitch through the field goals of life.
As I am reading this. I'm standing in my underwear eating taquitos. I'm saying this in the most loving way possible: FUCK OFF.
I would not be watching the debate if there wasn't drinking involved. Let's be honest.
Well she started to strip and when she slung her hair at me, she painted my face with sweat. A LOT OF SWEAT. It was a weird boner.
I was dancing with a blow torch in one hand and a bowl of weed in the other
I told him I felt we were at the point where if I saw him talking to another girl, I'd probably choke him out. So I guess you could say things are getting serious.
I currently look like a drunken mermaid, god I love beach parties.
If I die, sorry about rent.
Ex-boyfriend shit on a ping pong table at a party last night. Taking "party pooper" to a whole new level.
Truth. Though I have held steadfast to the notion while the rest of you wavered. I had faith in his homosexuality.
Just because my bed is easier to get to doesn't mean it's okay to fuck in.
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