Im listening to a jazz version of dick in a box.
You know, sometimes I seriously doubt your commitment to sparkle motion.
The class that normally occupies the room we use for my Monday class had to do posters as if for a Hamlet movie and they pick actors for each character and this person wrote "Robert D. Niro"
she literally hasn't taken the mardi gras beads off in three days. she showered in them. TWICE.
I just fell down my stairs. I know that you are 6 hours away but please come pick me up. I promise I will still be here on the stairs.
We broke the shower door. Completely off. His roommates were not happy but I sure was
you might as well be a hobo. you were covered in pee last night hanging out on the stairs drunk.
right. well we all have our lows.
There's a treasure map on your stomach. Treasure may or may not be the clothes you lost...enjoy
Those were the days I had no morals... Dark times.
Shall we take a trip back?
We're downstairs cleaning up and she turns to me with these big puppy dog eyes and says "Just so you know, I didn't have sex on your couch". You have to hug that.
You were drink-wine-from-the-bottle drunk trying to take everybody's blood pressures again.
This hangover is what we deserve after that level of debauchery.
Tonight was a total waste of a shaved vagina
Should I be concerned that he called me mom when I got in bed on top of him?
thanks for letting me have sex in your bed, too bad you didn't get to yet
who are you?
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