just so you know, the whole club saw your tits last night. and booed.
I feel like death. And death is wearing a fleece blanket as a dress. And is seriously contemplating wearing this to go get something to eat.
Just made a pepperoni sandwich with cheese, mayo, and pickles. Poverty is like pot, without the happy feeling.
Jessi just used the excuse "it's not you it's me" to get out of getting a lap dance.
I'll be a little late, "getting ready for the party" turned into "smoking a bowl and doing lines in my room for an hour and a half." But I'm on my way now. With coke. And weed.
He dared me to drink a bottle of olive oil in exchange for a 30 pack... So much for loosing the freshman fifteen this year.
I told him I had to grab my Swedish fish from the car before they froze. Then I just left. But the fact that he knew how important it was not to have my fish freeze almost made me come back in....almost.
My suggestion is that you just get high and set shit on fire
I told him if he ever gets a "wink" text from me after 10:00pm to assume I really mean "we should be hooking up by 2:30am"
dude girls our age are getting married and having babies and I still can't figure out how to defrost my hotpockets
It kind if looked like a strap-on dressed up for Halloween.
The dysfunction is strong in this one.
I can't base my relationships off of good dick and dogs.
I'm rolling and just noticed that the thread count on these sheets is horrendous.
This friendship isnt goin to work if you dont respond to my drunk texts
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