Here's my recipe for happiness. Go get a pen. 1. smoke a bowl 2. put on explosions in the sky 3. take a bath. Do this for about 1 hour or until all your problems go away.
marching band practice is quite the interesting soundtrack to sex
I'm having one of those days where I just want to lay in bed and beat off all day
just found his boxers balled up inside my tights, hidden in my freezer. damn i love college.
No stds, not pregs, and lost two pounds. I'd call that a successful two years of grad school.
she said they gang banged her to "who let the dogs out." the dude left of the middle barked along. sounds like a good time.
We're pregaming our midterms. Also, when we get our tests back, we're taking a shot for every point we lost. If you're not in, you should just go ahead and transfer.
I woke up to him yelling "WHO SLEEPS WITH A BEER IN THEIR HAND?!?" this of course, startled me awake and made me spill the aforementioned beer. So I guess the a answer is- not this girl, not anymore. Asshole
I know how to make vodka btw in case you want to come over and do a science project
I should have bailed a long time ago. I mean, he has a bible verse-a-day app next to his dick pics in his phone.
I've decided that buying my first unused mattress has been my first major step into real adulthood.
If anyone needs me I'll be in the bathtub, eating fast food and shooting straight vodka while I seriously evaluate my life choices and cry.
Ok, not to minimize the significance of that beautiful anecdote from your childhood, but here's a video of my penis.
Only in this town do you have a bridesmaid shortage due to pregnancies.
He bent me in ways I couldn't imagine.. and im a gymnast.
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