No, that was before the police came, but after the hooker.
Two kids are drinking pounders in class. I think I'm hanging out with the wrong group of friends.
Grandma was not a fan of the beer-can ornaments. Not "traditional".
After we had sex he bought me grape soda. I think I'll keep him.
I mean, I don't even call it a hangover anymore. It's just morning.
Get everyone out of their dorms and watch 3 girls do the walk of shame from my room.
Or I die of a heart attack, which is the more likely/less fun scenario.
I was unaware that a tutu and pasties was appropriate attire to this
she wanted to watch hairspray while we fucked. she's obviously your kinda girl, dude.
i seriously just licked my laptop for traces of blow from the other night
I cant. There's fences everywhere and I think I have a boyfriend. Its fabulous.
and then you two started interpretive dancing to Mozart
I'm still mad from all the stupid shit he's done this week that even though I couldn't give two shits about Vday, I'm gonna throw an epic tantrum if he doesn't morph in to Nickolas Sparks for a day
Oh and ps....i was sleeping soundly until i woke up by the sound of amy on the phone with her mom sobbing hysterically because she cant stop having the shits.
Have you actually looked at the corn flakes box? I don't think the rooster has a soul.
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