for on dont try to tell me you love me after three weeks of talking, for two if you are going to do that stay away from the song lyrics to a very good country song that you happened to ruin by using it, and for three erase my number im fuckin your sister now
theyre doing shots to celebrate her boob jobs anniversary.
HE KEEPS WALKING AWAY. IT'S LIKE HE DOESN'T EVEN LIKE FRIES. WTF.
He hid IN a snowbank for 2 hours waiting for me to come home. This game has to stop before someone dies.
Upperdeckered the toilet. Took sombrero off, drawing too much heat. Witnessed glassing. In bush, come findme.
Thanks for putting pants on me last night. And for calling me a princess.
i jsut waqnnna hugg thw crap outa sokme peoplee
No, I am not setting up my roomba to clean up puke.
Please stop leaving drunk voicemails with your new black/Irish accent.
I remember key bumps, porn and a mom in my bed. Sums up my day.
that is an amazing summary hahaha
No, we got so into acting out our role play characters we didn't even fuck. still sucess.
Yeah haha but we have no idea where his keys are. Last night was awful. Him and Chancey were in a fully embraced bro hug at one point. Both crying.
50% drunk capacity currently
Dear God, please let me get my period. And if this one is fiercer than usual I completely understand.
Clothing is a burden necessitated by propriety.
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