its not stalking. its research.
Three 40's of Mickeys, is no excuse to be naked at Baskin Robins.
I cannot believe you needed a note to remind yourself to ask me about the fourteen sleeping Mexicans.
Ridin mah bike see you on the moon
Having sex with her was like reading the Wall Street Journal.
I mean I'm basically single. Or maybe just an asshole. Either way.
I can't ever handle being "that girl" again. At least not until next semester.
ok, I understand that your bathroom door is broken, but at least close the blinds next time you take a shit. The entire parking garage just watched you.
I feel like I just walked the hall of shame thru the marriott. Everyone stared.
I think it was the shoes and limping. Not the sex. I could b wrong.
I just brushed my teeth. In the car. With watered down Sprite. From Saturday. Multi-tasking at its finest.
It feels like one of my ribs evaporated.
I JUST HAD A FLASH MEMORY OF DOING A SHOT OF WHISKEY WITH MY BEER YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO PUNCH ME IN THE FACE TO PREVENT THAT FROM HAPPENING.
How about we just fuck in random places all around campus, and skip the boring relationship part?
I never imagine I'd say this, but can I ask Jeff for the butt plugs back even though it was a gift and we broke up?
What happened to you last night?
SO. MANY. SHOTS.
Randomize