i'm signing you up for texting rehab
season finale of lost and an oz of weed. tonight my mind is going to be blown.
"Hung over, tired and having a faint scent of some body butter and random pieces of glitter from a girl named gigi, almost arrested in drug bust, $40 Canadian in my pocket and all i got was this lousy Tshirt" shirts dont exist, but they need to
We walked in and found his glass coffee table broken and you in the bathroom throwing up saying "What a bad first impression."
It totally doesn't make me a groupie if I hooked up with him before he was in the Olympics
his genitalia just looks like a thumbs up. a really really small thumbs up.
His hands were made for my vagina.
no, i'm currently making the trek across campus to get all my stuff from last night. My ID is in one guys bed, and my camera in another guy's bed.
this is not okay. even my mom refers to me as a sorostitute.
No you are right. With a nickname like Monster Cock, you shouldn't expect him to want to "just talk". I'd be insulted too
Did the math... it's Magna Cum Laude whether I get a 4.0 or a 0.0 this semester. I'm blacking out now, wake me up when I have to walk across the stage,
In hindsight, the torn ligament in my knee is probably the fault of the ginbucket and jager bombs starting at 3pm. I guess I'll stop blaming it on you.
You have dresses for different occasions. I need different men's dicks too. It's logic.
I got back at him the only way I knew how, by hooking up with the guy he hates from their rival fraternity.
im so proud of her that she got shit faced finally. This must be what it feels like to see you kids get their diploma or some shit.
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