I'm afraid my bank account can't handle syllabus week.
Fuck him tonight for the both of us. We're still tag-teaming in spirit.
Apparently I promised a worker at La Siesta free English lessons to make up for vomming all over the little Mariachi band.
Made a salesman quit his job, a saleswoman cry, and got a manager to half shout "fuck this"....successful drunk Christmas shopping
we made out at a charity event. really i was helping the fight against aids...
I guess our biggest consolation is that we haven't woken up in a hottub with a dead dude. Yet.
I hate him and his pretentious your-sleeping-in-the-wet-spot look.
Be proud. You give fat lesbians everywhere shower-nozzle worthy material for weeks on end.
You need Xanax blowdarts
to answer your questions bluetooth, 30ft, like a tampon, ask her, her idea, got tired of trying to find her in crowed clubs
What happened to fro yo and sex?
No, next time he offers you a ride home, ask him about Batman. The result will always be road head.
i sent him a nude and he responded 6 hours later
what did he say?
"oh m god,,, whow '!!!!nm"
I just want to bone him one last time before he moves across the country with his new (average looking) girl friend.
Honestly, if you don't have a lawsuit pending against you by this time tomorrow, I'll be impressed.
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