This is a mass text. Does anyone know where I am?
I cant. I'm trying to smell my vagina.
I wouldn't necessarily call it an addiction, more of a passion. I'm habitually passionate.
I bet they don't have a scenario slide on how to deal with a suggested three way with counsel during harassment training.
I puked all over his apartment, then slept with the skinniest girl here. Which isn't saying much in Ohio.
Just realized the guy is in my class. Unless there's another guy that had half his ear bit off at a St. Patty's party
Just coat-checked 2 backpacks full of 40's...it was the bouncer's idea.
Is it penis luge time yet?
Last night was the first and hopefully last night I will ever sleep in a hotel bath tub. Sober mind you.
I'm not even gonna ask.
I was wearing the shirt my little sister got for her birthday when the condom broke. I finally have it back to her and told her it was bad luck
I might have snap chatted him. So here's what I need you to do. Find him. Abduct him. Get his phone. View the chat so he can't. Then, buy him ice cream. He deserves ice cream.
It just smells like spaghetti and despair.
You were trust falling into bushes
Umm I might be late. Also I am may or may not have mayonnaise on my ass
were you aware we were supposed to be taking care of her hamster this weekend?
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