I don't make mistakes...just understandable bad choices.
it sounds like her vocal chords are covered in pudding and rocks. come get me.
when people say theyve been sober for however many years is that like couple beers not drunk sober, or no drinking sober?
I'm trying real hard to keep it on the DL how drunk I am at lunch with my grandma.
If you liked it then you shoulda put your dick in it, oh uh uh oh
i stalked him back to the creation of his facebook in november 2008. that bad.
i have my graded calc test (94%) sitting on my empty case of beer next to my desk. this is me winning at college.
does she really think making her boyfriend delete me on facebook is going to magically stop us from hooking up?
Also, I don't remember opening my gifts from my family. It was cool when I woke up with a new ihome.
Times like this, when you talk openly about Tinkerbell being your spirit animal, are times when I'm allowed to question your sexuality.
He doesn't belong with God. He belongs face-down in a pile of his own excrement, vomit, blood and semen. Then pissed on by Satan.
This conversation has now reached a level of awkward that even a passerby streaking hobo couldn't break.
I want to show up to tomorrow's study group looking like I got hit by a train. A train made of dicks.
I don't remember anything but bad decisions last night
I just want him to hold me after a bad midterm. Is that even too much to ask for after sleeping with him twice?
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