It's just you. You wear the fuck me fedora and wear baller shorts, hollywood hippie who thinks she is shakira when she's drunk.
so he expects you to be his vegas whore for the season. nice.
Not only do prius' look terrible they are terrible to have sex in
He made me pinky-promise that he gave me an orgasm.
I almost got runover on the sidewalk by a car but wen it got closer it was a crackhead walking with the whole front of a car... bumper, lights and all... I love New York.
All I remember is you introducing yourself to the entire basketball team using the line "I'll show you a slam dunk."
They only knew me as the lesbian that passed out in a bathtub. That's not what you call friendship.
I'm drinking wine alone, eating leftovers, and cleaning my sex toys. For the love of god, do not graduate.
k. The important thing is we are going out. You are stones. I am mildly hallucenating.
I'm back in the dating scene now... Since the legality issue calmed down. And my stalking charges were dropped.
No one should ever be so high that they forget the food. That's just...its a violation of God and Nature, of the very laws that we live by!
But if I live with you I'll help pay rent. Only if you promise no 50 shades of what the fuck internet hookups
Jungle juice breakfast? No? Ok.
you said you were the change fairy and you kept throwing all of your quarters at me.
where are you guys?
stoned at his house watching water boil
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