I have decided to cut my hair. This is based solely on the fact there is too much of it to clean vomit out every Sunday afternoon.
no, i'm currently making the trek across campus to get all my stuff from last night. My ID is in one guys bed, and my camera in another guy's bed.
It was worse than when we pepper-sprayed my dick. I feel mislead.
I think he thought he was a gentleman because he bought me the most expensive plan b at cvs
i decided i'll just settle for a gay guy who can manage to fuck me like the straight guys do. but here i go again, talking about my dream man.
That's what I'm here for. To bitch slap you into believing in yourself.
I need like a hormone stopper. Or a chastity belt. Or like a lady business alarm that goes off when I'm being too drunk.
Her parents are celebrating she found someone so well endowed.
Will there be champagne when they see the pay check?
Other than unclothed paranormal encounters, how has your day been
Started mixing booze directly into the 2 liters and carrying them around. Mixing less often, and now kind of weightlifting,so double effecient.
I need a job that does not involve working with people who wear animal costumes when they get fucked.
You know. You being in a happy healthy relationship is REALLLYY cutting into our drinking alone together time.
I realized my soar muscles form the shape of me leaning over a toilet
He just told me my boobs made up for all the bad things that had ever happened to him. I'm definately having sex with him again.
Who the hell tries to steal eggnog.
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