i threw up in a trash can last night at kellys irish times. but in a trash can because i'm a lady
dude, your ex-bf is on match.com
details on that.
well, his profile doesn't say anything about herpes.
i just walked into a room at this party and someone yelled "dibs!"...
If he comes back to you and I'm left alone in lonelytown I'm totally going to poo on your car.
Best walk of shame ever. Not only did I not remember his name or the fact that we fucked, they all watched as I tried to get into 3 cars that werent mine
Oh and I threw up on myself...
you refused to come out of the bathroom until i asked you in spanish
haha the sad thing is i can't decide whats worse. the fact that you're drunk judging a science fair or the fact that i'm really proud of you for it.
The first couple times was just weird, but after last night, I'm beginning to think you have a real problem banging pregnant women who are carrying someone elses child.
I just gate-crahed a party and met a state senator, so I had an interesting afternoon jog.
if i do community service solely to impress a guy, everyone wins, right?
except your soul
Your the only person to come back from spring break with a non std related infection
How many times have we said we'd stop taking Jell-O shots with strangers?
You literally chaperoned my booty call.
I don't trust his life but I trust his penis.
Going back to our hometown to help Gramma move. Thinking we should see if we can fuck on the desk of the homophobic coach who first introduced us while in town.
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