um. i met him on myspace...we text now, he lives down the street
Whatever. They have the same name, so it's not even cheating. It's brand loyalty.
There are the 2 BIGGEST tools by me-- at our table. I hate them. But they're not ugly and I may make out with them later. And hate myself. Definitely hate myself.
I was just "that girl you seen blowing some dude outside when you drove by"
Did someone do a keg stand in my bathtub?
I'm going for high school drunk, you've got 15 minutes to get here.
I went to the bar saying i wasn't going to drink that much. I forgot sobriety might as well be some mythical creature when you're with Holleey
You asked me if I was judging you for being drunk, and if I can hypnotize you make sober.
You kept asking us from the backseat if you were driving ok and then you kept talking to your hiccups and yelling at them to "stop it already!"
And he's in a frat. Everyone in a frat is gay. It's science.
And what in gods fuck were you drinking. It tasted like windex with a mixture of juce
I thought accidentally shaving off my fingertip while trying to shave my butthole was going to be the most unexpected part of my day, but no
You sluts I'm so proud of you. You're both wearing underwear.
You just can't go back to being friends with someone after you sucked their balls
You can't just bring up bondage and then stop answering me
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