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.
he just told me about his fetish for rubbing grape jelly on his penis.
have you seen my purse? i cant find it and my ipod is in there and that shit totally cost more than my abortion.
So at this point...I'm sure you heard the story about Saturday night
Oh thank the gods of upholstery, i thought that was never coming out...
How was my weekend? I just blew my nose and a gram of coke fell out. My weekend was fantastic.
him being a republican bothers me way more than his coke problem.
I'm at an awkward stage of not being able to tell if I wanna keep having fun or if I need to die in bed
I started a USA chant at the bar last night for no reason, other than being plastered. Within 15 seconds, I was standing on a table and the whole bar was chanting but nobody knew why.
I panicked i brought burritos. Funeral burritos
The struggle bus crashed, rolled down a mountain, and went on fire, and I was on it ugh.
YOU IS KIND. YOU IS SMART. YOU IS IMPORTANT. YOU IS CLEANING YOUR OWN VOMIT.
there is something very satisfying about getting tacos after hours of sex.
I threw up in the shower. I cleaned it all up and there is on mess at all. This hangover has become borderline religous. Powerful and life changing.
After we had sex he gave me a thumbs up... fucking A&M Aggies, man
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