He went through and tagged himself on my crotch in all of my facebook pics
I'm still drunk from last night...I walked out for a cigarette with one of the Janitors here and apparently someone took a shit on the stairs...Which makes me wonder...was that me?
You should probably just propose to him the old fashioned way: sleep with him and get pregnant.
we were holding hands throwing up into the same garbage can; if thats not true love i dont know what is .
that knocking you heard last night......that was her head slowly going through the wall
all she had left on were here heels. phone five
We've shared an experience, my friend. I, too, have talked on the phone with a parent while giving a handjob
idk but i have you stored in my phone as 'guy with beard doing body shots'
I found my underwear on the sidewalk 8 blocks from her house while on my walk of shame. I also found our beer bag and a full beer in the bush.
He fucks like those drill things that you see when you think of texas
I mean I want to be happy but it's a train wreck that you can't look away from
I blacked out at work again... Except this time my boss watched me throw up by the bus stop and some woman let me sleep on her shoulder for an hour. Why does this keep happening?
it's not rock bottom until you fall down an escalator on the way home from a hookup and have to have you dad come pick your drunkass up at 3am. Adulthood.
I'm laying in bed cuddling with my teddy bear and eating waffles. I need a fucking boyfriend
I told him. He hasn't said anything. Crying and holding cats is probably what is happening.
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