i've decided that sluttiness is like a disease, it can lay dormant in you for years and then one day you go to college and with all the booze and drugs and boys and time on your hands symptoms begin to show then one day BAM you're a huge slut. it's like how izzie had skin cancer and it grew into brain cancer.
My brother and I both agreed that your boobs are fake.
just ate frosted cheerios in coffee with some marshmellows. the college diet begins
i carry sandwiches in my pockets more than any normal person should
Mid thrust he tells me that we have bio together
In need of cum proof mascara. Don't judge me.
Why isn't there a sort by hair color option on Facebook? It would make stalking much easier.
I really appreciate you zipping up my pants at the bar. You didn't even ruin my Bermuda triangle.
its ok, the prom king gave me his crown to puke in
I think my sunburn makes my ass look bigger
Also, I found out that my dad has the name of every boy that I've ever dated and their physical description, car type and tag number stored in his computer.
Apparently Angela went missing once and he says he learned were to look first and that it's best to have information on hand.
Do drug dealers work on Memorial Day?
I wish university was like frosh week all the time and then they just give you a degree for surviving
I wonder if the sex shop has any Black Friday deals.
You’re welcome stay at my house. But, you gotta piss in the toilet
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