Sry I called you an 8
I need to just get drunk and eat a pot pie.
We traveled between two mile markers in 18 seconds. Do the math.
i puked out the bus window last night on the way home. i remember it, but i don't remember everyone else screaming to put their windows up.
she's telling me all about the love triangles of her sims. you tell me how it's going.
You know you have a great job when you need a DD home from work at 6pm.
Making a drinking game out of jeopardy does not mean you studied..
Just had a flashback of you announcing "your nipples aren't that big for the size of your boobs, I've seen them"
Standing in front of the open refrigerator with a 3/4 empty bottle of wine eating Bac-o's from the jar, topless. Somebody really should've taught me better coping skills.
His tongue was like Jesus himself was blessing my boobs for eternal ecstasy.
I'm not so sure Jesus approves of such activities, but ok.
Fake an illness. Her and her friends are like the female version of guys who wear tapout shirts
The topic of sex in the jamba banana suit has come up on multiple occasions. We're just waiting for a moment to try it out.
I work nights. I sleep in. I take online classes. And fuck bad bitches. I'd say those are some perks to grad school.
So high, just applauded for a magic trick on Hulu.
It's an interesting experience to pee while a bird meows at you.
You need to get out of the house more
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