Is there a reason "Call me when you're legal" is written on my arm? I'm 22..
I wish facebook had a fuck off button.
she wanted to watch hairspray while we fucked. she's obviously your kinda girl, dude.
I want to say that being forced to stare at the 'no.1 boyfriend' collage behind his head ruined the sex but it just didn't.
I couldn't open my car door and for a second I thought they were taking me to an intervention circle.
I ended up with a bullet proof vest and I still don't know his last name.
I cried and ate like 6 tacos in the taco bell parking lot at almost midnight, sober, alone, listening to a demi lavato cd. And that was the good part.
I give you full permission to fuck a rando on my air mattress.
Hot Italian guy literally came into my logic class just to get my number to study with me and left. America.
Are there any plans to where i might need to be dressed semi-nicely or is it a "pants optional" weekend?
Then a third Canadian I didn't know showed up to the hotel room at like 3am. I let him sleep in our bed because he had pizza.
So what's your itinerary for Amsterdam?
Show up, get drunk, get laid, try not to miss my flight home.
We figured you were on something when you said that your nipples couldn't hear the music.
just found out that my aunt grows weed. today is a good day to be me.
Dear sober self, your keys are on the table in front of you the only way your typing this is with autocorrect goodnight love you
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