I don't know how to say this, but I think you're a fucking bitch and the sooner you die I'll be happier.
Sorry- wrong number! :)
your address is 607B right?
yeah why?
i need to tell the guy bringing over the flaming bag of dog shit where to put it
He made me pinky-promise that he gave me an orgasm.
life just isnt the same w/o real world cancun
On a scale of one to trashy, how is this: Got drunk, gave a guy a hand job. In the middle of the bar
I think you broke the trashy scale
All I can tell you is you will need a rain slicker for tonight's festivities. Any clothes underneath would be highly frowned upon as well.
as they left, you opened the door, dropped your pants then yelled "don't leave, this is what you're missing"
I've hooked up with 3 different guys already this week...don't tell me I haven't been a productive member of society
This is all my moms fault. She shouldn't have encouraged my weird fascinations as a child
I just sat there and watched paula deen's face melt for an hour.
the number of desperate girls at the gym right now is unfair. it would be cruel not to let one blow me.
If he survived pride he can survive a gay bar
I'm on the same pooping schedule as a professor I've never had. He now says what's up to me in the hallway
Tequila Tuesday.. tonight is the night I defeat the liquor.
I have class at 8:30 and I am not bailing you out of the drunk tank again.
I didn't have time to wash my hair yesterday. Ended up spraying some Febreeze on it.
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