Let's just say there is a bloody hand print above my bed and it's not mine. Literally.
i never thought i'd have to say "please stop having sex on me"
wow.
yeah, it was that bad.
Sometimes I think my vagina thinks its a penis.
only if we run a train.
done.
She wants her shit back. Clearly she missed the cheaters-get-their-shit-ritually-burned clause.
I have a new fascination with cutting really small segments of hair off peoples heads when they're not looking.
I'm pretty sure this is how polyamorous relationships begin.
And I'm ok with his balls touching my ass
You know your in for a great weekend when you buy the booze already in crutches
I'm pretty sure I have a cold now from having sex on the hood of my car in the rain. Worth it? Absolutely.
My arms are sore from holding up pukeahontas for so long
Burnt my ear trying to use the bathroom blow dryer as a telephone.
He said a lot of nice things about me, it was really uncalled for.
Let's just say when I woke up I was still drunk. My hangover hit me around noon so I chilled w my dad and took a bath and shower at the same time. You just can't do that at college
Officially hit an ultimate low today. I was so hung-over I threw up on the ground in front of the jousting display in the London tower. But on a positive note, Brits are very understanding when you vomit on their history.
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