You know that bakery that Sandra Bullock's sister owns?
The one in Montpelier?
yeah, well it doesn't exist anymore. VT's one fucking claim to fame closed.
And my awkwardness continues. I felt the need to send him a text that said roar. I did it.
you asked the guy at 7-11 if he remembered when you came in and threw news paper every where... then you did it again
I've come to notice a late period isn't as exciting when you have no reason to worry
They just both started mumbling "i cant go home like this" "it's all over my face" "do you have extra pants?"
I'm sober enough to question why I have your name as "the wolverine" in my phone.
HE'S turngign 18teen real soon.k
The words "me," "sober," and "new years eve" do not go together. Ever.
And then you asked me why my legs were so thick and started measuring them with a ruler
I think the universe has a conglomeration of sentences reserved only for me.
After the first time we had sex he kept saying "I'm proud of you" over and over again
It just so happens all of their names are Ryan, so I never have to change whose name I moan.
The next time you invite me out to a bar full of cougars warn me first. I never felt like a piece of meat before.
The logic in me says "don't text him" .But the vagina in me says "text him".
You lost to your mom AND grandma in beer pong last night. pretty sure that constitutes a retirement from the sport
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