I DON'T KNOW WHERE WE ARE WE ARE TOO FUCKING ELEVATED.
Me either! Fuck yeah, 12th and something. 12th and hamburger stand.
Nevermine. I'm just going to tell you on Myspace with a glitter graphic.
It's an Italian thing I guess, grew up on that shit.
I'm Irish, we don't eat cow guts unless they're blended into a fine whiskey
I need to figure out what I wanna do with my life.
There are margaritas in the freezer still.
My heart is having a hard time convincing my vagina he's not worth it.
Having a dry hump session to Alvin and the chipmunks surprisingly didn't kill the mood. He's that good.
No kidding. I just keep looking at that 'under 21 until 11/21/2011' on my id and whispering "soon enough"
but it was less of a make out and more of a goodnight kiss as a "thanks for giving our drunk asses a ride home and sorry we called your bar the worst bar in LA"
It's a "nonproductive" (vocab word) cough. It's like a constant tickle in my throat, like there's a little elf with feathers for feet going Gangnam style on my "uvula" (vocab word).
Names, who you're caught in bed with, both minor details
He had to put the child locks on the windows so you would stop screaming at random boys
He could only go twice. I need a guy with more stamina and is less married
Sooooooo, can scratch getting a pelvic exam by a man dressed as Woody from Toy Story off my list.
You need to write an essay about this experience.
He was even wearing the hat.
It took him 15 minutes to put the condom on.
I have mystery bruises on my right knee, right arm, under my chin, and on my forehead. What the fuck happened last night??
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