i've decided that sluttiness is like a disease, it can lay dormant in you for years and then one day you go to college and with all the booze and drugs and boys and time on your hands symptoms begin to show then one day BAM you're a huge slut. it's like how izzie had skin cancer and it grew into brain cancer.
I just typed 14 shots of Smirnoff into my calorie count toolbar. Then typed pole dancing 1.5hrs into the calorie burner search. Should break even.
I feel as though I could trust her, I mean she did tell me she was married before we had sex.
She refered to her bed as the "cockpit"....I understand that this morning.
i'm pretty sure they aren't charging me for that window i broke with a turkey sandwich while i was hammered.
Just had to pull out another loan to pay for that public drunkenness citation. I am so ready to graduate.
Nothing like a marijuana chart of usage in each country to make me understand math.
I told him I wanted to "ride him like a show pony" I think he gets the picture
I just contemplated drinking cheese dip. And by "contemplated," I mean "attempted and was forcibly stopped from."
Had sex with him again...yikes. and the whole time he kept saying "i wish we could do this forever." Forever lasted about 45 seconds
You finished the fifth and then hid two dozen eggs around your apartment and declare that you would "quest for Jesus". Have fun questing today.
I guess I can give it a shot. I usually just get belligerently drunk and go where my penis and feet lead me. No fights or getting too lost, so they seem to be doing a good job
I think there is a legit party going on the place we thought was AA
She was sitting on the couch in his tux jacket...no pants, eating cold vegetable lasagna. Yet I'm the weirdo?
He got mad at you last time bc you tried to rap battle him via text. This is strictly business.
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