'fingered' and 'feelings' NEVER belong in the same sentence.
No, I'm not okay. Girls are wearing BUMPITS here.
i'm transferring to degrassi. i don't care that it's severely canadian. classes are five minutes long, there's no actual work and you can get oot of class whenever you want to go have a dramatic scene with someone in the hall
I'm going to skip that pointless convo with Mark, stick with the "we're talking" status, and bone barely legal, borderline gay, preppy guys on the DL.
i have wind burn on my face from my head hanging out the window of the cab vomitting
I just want to let you know it was a unanimous decision that we would eat you first if we ever turned into cannibals, we figured with all the bacon you eat you may taste like it. It's a chance we are willing to take with your life...don't forget that we love you
It's gonna be pretty hard to find a homeless person that takes crackers as currency.
I had some like war flashbacks of giving someone a handjob and i was trying to figure out who it was.
I've hit an all time low of asking baristas what would go good with marshmallow vodka. I think I might hire one to party with all of us. To make hangover drinks
You need to let him know my only agenda is coke and sadness.
I'm so high that I'm intently watching my neighbor move his car back and forth in order to put his motorcycle in the garage, and getting irritated that it seems so complicated.
I feel I must have sex with him first to fully decide where my vagina belongs.
We met up and made out in front of an empanada spot, if that's not romance then idk what is.
I have a hook up buddy in Abiquiu. He lives next to a Chipotle; that's the only reason I see him.
The highlight of my night will be digging in other people's garbage
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