Um, I don't know who U MEANT to send that to, but yes I WAS going to fuck you. Instead you can go play Halo with ur friends.
hide the guitars, Nate just learned to play free fallin'
it was almost as awkward as hearing my parents on friday nights in 2 in the morning starting, and than hearing at 2:01 my dad getting up and my mom going "i should have married a man"
I hate myself for saying your mom and I have the same friday nights.
don't worry... so do I
I cant. I'm trying to smell my vagina.
better yet, through the bookshelves. like an intellectual glory hole
Just found out I have to work new year's eve. It's like one final 'fuck you' from 2009.
this study room smells like vodka
the study room thinks the same about you
The new google images is a smorgasbord of porn now are plans for tonight are off.
So that wine I told you about is vile...
That the stuff you brewed in your dorm closet? Are you actually going to drink it?
Yup. It's drinkable. Might go blind, but I've got to use my chemistry minor for something.
I just had to take my laptop away from him because he was on Amazon and had 20 Seahawks garden gnomes in his cart.
I wore home his HoHoHo boxers. I've never felt such a connection to an article of clothing.
Well, I can mark "throwing up in a daycare bathroom due to a hangover" off my bucket list.
By god, his vagina is better looking than mine.
I swear every time I see him he's either dancing or trying to touch people
I can't decide which is better: the sex, or remembering that I have ice cream in the freezer after he left
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