sitting in room practicing taking shots. has my life come to this?
I truly don't know anything about sober relationships. Normally I would just drunkenly yell "sex?" in a guy's face. What do I do now? Be like, sooo uhhh, wanna do it? Awkward, and even worse, I will remember clearly just how awkward it was.
So somehow I got from NYC to a suburban town in the middle of Jersey. At 4am. Thank god there are trains that can rectify my mistakes...
I don't care. I'm going to fuck John's friend and it's all your fault.
I was just "that girl you seen blowing some dude outside when you drove by"
My glasses are somewhere in your living room. Also, my underwear might be in your bathroom or on or around your porch. Sorry.
My pussy is making all kinds of justifications that my mind would have no patience for if it was still in charge
Oh that's what I forgot last night.. To make out with her.
He stopped responding after the animal pictures... I do this EVERY TIME.
I dreampt that we were shooting zombies while we having sex. Is that normal?
Because making bad decisions is what makes our house great and I don't plan on changing that anytime soon.
Sorry I punched you in the throat. You got in my way. You understand.
I'm hammerd and his penis is still the size of a giraffe's neck
The bar brought brought it upon themselves, they played billy joels piano man before closing, it's not our fault the bar isn't a bar anymore, right?
Would you say that skipping class and sitting alone in my room singing One Direction to myself and sobbing is an acceptable way to deal with the break-up
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