So im pretty sure the object of my emotional onterest is tired of playing with me....
Moving to Utah. Got sick of alcohol and have a severe wife shortage.
I'm currently googling how to make a dress out of a trash bag. It's going to be a great night.
I'm at his house. He has VELCRO shoes. I'm too desperate to leave...I may need help in thee life dept
Journey is playing on the radio....I think it is a sign I am going to pass my drug test
this study room smells like vodka
the study room thinks the same about you
i've hooked up with him and three of his roommates and not a single one of them knows about it..think its safe to say i found the silver lining in a boys inability to communicate
well that explains the french fry and ketchup packet rolled into the wasitband of my sweats. thank you drunk me.
putting weed in the twinkies box was possibly the best idea you've ever had
Dude. When are you coming home? I'm laying in bed watching the Grinch and trying to pet a cat that I'm not even sure exists.
we managed to melt a few different forms of plastic into the cannibutter....
I did coke with the Royal Navy last night. God save the queen.
how do i say "cradle the balls" in Italian
I'm not sure you count what happened last night as sex.
He has an 8 pack! HE HAS AN 8 PACK!!!!
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