i just realized that we are the poor version of bethenny and jill from real housewives... and I'm jill. this is a 6.5 on the depressing scale
at least we're not in new jersey
So we walked by this chick's house and she starts yelling at her boyfriend "STOP HITTING ME WITH YOUR DICK"
she added emergen-c to the bong-water bro, brilliant.
There was blood everywhere. She was pretty good looking person though.
He just walked up to be, grabbed my boob and said 'i think they have shrunk' i have no idea who he was.
I may have just serenaded the sadface couple sitting on a bench outside the dorm by singing Bye Bye Bye.
a guy just walked up to us....drank the rest of my beer....and said sorry for my loss before walking away.
threw up outside of the dorms in the parking lot in the pouring rain on the first day of class, i'd say summer is off to a good start.
BTW send me your address and size of condoms you wish your lover was-- "if you build it, they will come"
i officially have over $300 in my bank account. that's a year's worth of chipotle.
The point remains that this is the setup for some great stories
Or terrible, horrifying, traumatic experiences
great clearly means different things to us
And then she said "welcome homeeeee!!!" As she got off. Best thing about being back from Afghanistan
well he said my boobs made him believe in love at first sight so that's cool
Just fyi i'm now butt naked in a steam room smoking a bong in some guys house. i sense the weed penetrating my pores.
My roommate has a sixth sense about my jerking off and walks in EVERY. SINGLE. TIME.
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