Pls tell me she didnt actually sign a nutsack.
There was a pool of blood on my desk and we still don't know who it belongs to. missed a good party, man.
pretend to be my girlfriend and sign me up for tool academy
It' a whole new level of walk of shame. I'm carrying his sheets since I have a washer/dryer.
Finished the final in under ten minutes and then puked in the bushes outside. I don't even care if I graduate anymore.
I think I just sold a snake to a stoned teenager.
Sex-sore abs and my workout pants have gravel stains on the knees. It's like the workout of shame.
Had a guy offer me a shot. But he wimped out when I asked for tequila and instead ordered gummi bear shots. I don't think he has balls. I didn't stick around to find out.
somehow this went from sexting to explaining my eating disorder.
Okay, I just got to our real hotel and the YMCA may have been a better choice. A man w/ no shirt on
He awkwardly handed me plan b on Pickens Street... it was like a sketchy drug deal.
Nothing like waking up and having two guys who aren't your boyfriend talk to you about their hard dicks before 9 am.
I fucked the midget version of a backstreet boy and I am not mad about it
While walking to class I was handed a red bull, condoms, and a mini bible. I love my school.
Ewe he just snapped me a pic of his butt crack.. Should I be concerned?
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