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.
chicago's viagra triangle is not unlike the bermuda triangle in thatt things just get lost...... planes, ships, dignity, virginity, etc.
You stuck the head of a rubber chicken you found in her house up your ass and then started running around her living room. Naked.
As it would turn out, "jesusssssss" is not the password to enter Faith Chapel's wifi network.
For once I'm glad there wasn't morning sex. Yes, that sore from the night before.
my bedside table was not meant to hold this many beer bottles.
When black out puking doesn't involve crying and promises to never get drunk again... to just a subtle, 'excuse me while I go vomit in the bathroom of this bar'.. you know you've finally grown up.
Honestly the war on drugs is dumb and you can just sleep in my bed which is mega comfortable anytime you want. There I said it
And I also succeeded in getting kicked out of a bar when I was drinking straight from the vodka bottle at our table.
I only had ten dollars. So leave it to Katie to somehow makeout with the bartender, on his shift mind you, and get free drinks.
I smelled him yesterday and almost relapsed he's like cocaine
He came so fast i dont think he got it all the way in. He apologized and gave me his favorite baseball card.
They left me at home... I'm a liability
He's such a jerk. If only his penis was attached to someone else
If I lock her out of the apartment right now would the neighbors have grounds to sue?
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