Quick, to the slutcave!
Why dose there have to be another girl there for you to do this?
its hotter. Way hotter.
You put your red cup in a chain link fence and kept telling me you could use it as a telescope
GOOD IDEA: Stealing the bike a couple blocks away so I don't have to walk. BAD IDEA: riding bike for the first time in years drunk as hell. I'm bleeding and my body hurts and once again I can't find my car.
On the quad today: An amish choir singing something weird, and not 30 feet away 3 girls tanning topless. Definition of diversity.
finally remembered how I know that chick in my history class. she made and fed me ramen when I was wasted!
I'm just going to eat until there's an actual reason why he wouldn't want to fuck me.
she's just been through a whole lot lately. When the crazy starts leaking out we give her vodka and lock her in the room with all the pillows.
so that's what that room is for...
The point remains that this is the setup for some great stories
Or terrible, horrifying, traumatic experiences
great clearly means different things to us
Btw I'm already known as the drunk roommate. Don't know if that's a success or a failure seeing as it hasn't even been a week since I've been here
just passed the gas station where we took pregnancy tests. memories.
How many fucks given?
0.12846
She was blowing me like a porn star and all I could think was "you just told me your grandfather is dying in hospice right now"
You just kept looking down at your tits and screaming "I LOVE YOU TWO!!!"
I'd give my right arm to start my period. My right arm. Thats more significant then my left.
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