I either date the nice guys or the assholes. There isn't any in between.
You need to find a taint.
The walk of shame is slightly more complicated when you wake up in the wrong country...
You told me you were pretty sure you were god because you knew everything about everyone.
Thru out the entire phone conversation I went from thinking: he's making a gay come-on, to he's trying to sell me drugs, before realizing he was offering me a job with an internet company. Things are gonna be awkward in class this week.
And "sexual slave/chef" was as it turns out not a real career choice...
In between when I last wrote and now have screwed a Swiss guy on a hostel bathroom floor. Okay, real life?
I can feel my moral fiber fraying.
I'm gonna tie him up and fart in that pathetic excuse for a mustache
U can be a future sentaor's wife if you want. I'm happy with "closet lesbian", "tech prof".and "masters degree" all rolled into one. Drunken bar escapades pay off.
After the keg stand you collapsed, hit your head on the floor, started seizing and after 20 seconds got back up and said "hah, I remember my first beer"
Let's drink tonight I promise I'll make it out of the house
No more bourbon. Sleep now. I may die. Pray for me.
Whats a polite way to say 'if you havent put on a freshman 15 i would like to see you during break'?
I am no longer embarassed by my vagina
It concerns why you would be in the first place, but I'd rather not know
I can handle him. I'm made of spite and hot wings.
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