so I'm never txting u again after today...
y?
cuz i don't wanna see it on blogspot :)
ha...too late
Just found a glow stick inside of my vagina..
With the amount of traffic your vagina gets, it was only a matter of time before someone threw a rave there.
omfg. get on facebook. the science olympiad team had a rave.
im laying here in the parking lot drinking a warm coke, prob still drunk, feeling like i need to apologize to everyone i know
I'm in Target and the lady in front of me is buying three Summer's Eve douches, a box of fishsticks and a giant bottle of vodka. The sad thing is I get it.
Please don't let me drink ever again. I apparently told him he could stay but as there was no room in the bed he'd have to lie on top of me and he'd need to anchor himself on with his penis so he didn't fall off.
Hey that girl we tagged team last night invited me to her birthday on Facebook, remind me to be sick that day.
And then you asked me why my legs were so thick and started measuring them with a ruler
He stood me up and then his cat died. I feel like this is Gods way of saying he's on my side, even after the tequila fiasco.
i still can't believe he got laid by going to the bar and handing out "cuddle buddy" application forms
I also woke up in a guys bed in a Reptar shirt yesterday morning staring at a movie theater sized poster of the not as popular Air Bud franchise movie Super Buddies.
Now with the essential back story, I can empathize. Sorry about your beer and butthole.
I was just tongue fucked into oblivion.
And I hope you're not misinterpreting us fucking as me trying to win you back. The sex is good and girls have needs.
dude. I can hear the air.
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