You know it's time to leave Spain when you are back and forth between Skype and a Spanish dictionary trying to figure out out to say "I can still smell you on my skin."
operation "beaches make me wet" is a go
I wouldn't necessarily call it an addiction, more of a passion. I'm habitually passionate.
she's got that wholesome 16 and pregnant look.
he sent me a winky sad face. i cannot deal this level of pathetically needy flirtatiousness.
this will be a night to untag.
Do you think my job would send me for a second drug test if i took a whole pumpkin pie to work for lunch tomorrow?
If this wasn't a work function my tits would be out already.
I'm thinking he has to buy me dinner at least twice before i even start considering casting him for "Fuck buddy - understudy."
I think he is probably a psycho that will eventually murder me but i mean the sex last time was AWESOME.
The weed is temporarily burning the grammar section of my brain library.
We split an eighth of shrooms and went ice fishing. It didn't get weird until I caught one and we both started crying.
We took your mom out drinking and we wound up winning 18 games of Flip Cup. You have amazing genetics.
She came home, put on the news, left a 20 minute drunk message on her friends machine, then proceeded to play back the entire message laughing hysterically and then just passed out
Remember the random guy who licked my face when we were at the bar the other night?
Yeah. His name is Andrew. We just met
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