remember that time i ran away from the bar and passed out in a street cot?
neither do i
Just donated money to a kid for her softball team.
Obviously I'm trying to futher our next generation of lesbians. I may be hitting on her at the gay bar in ten years...
No. I still stand by my previous statement that nachos and tequila is the breakfast of champions.
Last day of classes. 1st day attending every class. I'm proud of myself
When he came he sounded like a flock of birds hitting puberty
So there's dick imprints in the peanut butter
The moral of the story is do not hire me because everything will end up smelling like pickles and I will not sufficiently clean it up.
He was crying because he hiccuped every time he kissed me. We then crawled to the kitchen because neither of us could stand, and I spoon-fed him peanut butter "to cure his ailment."
I'm doing shots of jagger in dixi cups and making a lesson plan for my 8th grader summer school class. My life is so close to adulthood I can taste it
It's only slutty if you don't have his number. Unless there's a full moon. Then anything goes.
So... crashing at the hot bartender's place is not a solid marital decision.
Also, did you really start discussing the weather in the middle of telling you my sexual fantasy about you?
Anyone who has court these next few days keep your head up & smile knowing we broke the County Record with 27 underage consumptions
but I truly enjoy making out with my best friend more than my boyfriend
Tears For Fears is the only thing getting me through life at this moment.
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