White coat. Heels.
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.
the fact that he forgave me for making out with the bartender is proof that i can fuck my way out of anything.
It's been two weeks and I still have carpet burns on my knees. Well done.
I don't care if we have to swim home from the bar, Im not gonna sit home in the dark and read some fucking book
I might not remember all of last night but I clearly remember the part where I humped the mailbox.
Every bar we ever go to has a woman there who hates him. Getting so much vagina has never seemed so not glorious
Yeah. I mean it wasn't that awkward. I just made conversation like there was absolutely no lack of pants.
So I just crossed my legs and I was like what is this lump on my leg? Oooh its my underwear from last time I wore these jeans...
I vaguely remember us chasing shots by licking each other's faces last night. Our friendship has reached another level completely.
can we not compare my dick to a children’s folk tale
Okay so I just had a really great idea
no.
Is texting an old booty call with "can you still get your ankles behind your ears?" an appropriate way to reemerge into the singles scene???
am i the only one who finds it a little awkward seeing as we all made out last night?
Can I use your boat
Also, what’s the deal with international water? Do they have signs out there like a city does or do I need a map?
WTH is going on? It’s the middle of the night
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