i was blowing him and "what if god was one of us" came on his playlist. I had to leave
We dont have to go to dinner or anything gay like that. I just wanna do it.
I absolutely love you.
i feel like when youre not in my profile picture no one knows who i am.
It's like a choose-your-own-adventure. But the adventure is already chosen for you. And it sucks.
You can't just say things like "great depression theme party" and then not respond.
Correct me if I'm wrong but the photo album titles "cause I've been drankin" and "baby jessica" should not belong to the same person.
That's what you said about that spiderman stripper, but look how that turned out
there was 12 of us, girls included, shirtless and wielding swords as we bet on rock paper scissors in the middle of the bar. It was like Cinco de Mayo version of the Deer Hunter
Dude, Taco Bell gave me a free fiesta potatoes when I won a bet on wether I could fit the entire rim of a cup in my mouth.
fat chick, vomit on the dog, and three unidentifiable pills in my ear. all in the same ear. what the hell happened after the guests showed up?
Was last night real? Did I lick your forehead while you laid in between my legs while we laid next to your boyfriend?
it was good, but also weird. like, i came four times and then cried weird.
I'm just gonna eat nachos and wine fruit forever.
Why did I see a weird snapchat of you barking at McDonald's last night?
Tonight I learned to never try to impress your ex by dancing on the stripper pole while drunk. That’s how you end up in the ER
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