Sry I called you an 8
hot pretzels for dinner, snacks, and now breakfast...oh to be a poor college student...everyday is like a carnival.
She called me Jeff during sex, I just kept going like nothing happened. To think, if I was a woman that would be a problem.
It's weekends like this that make it obvious why we have to pay to come to college.
I just saw her shopping list. The only things on it are blackberries, hot fudge and condoms. I almost don't wanna know. Almost.
All i remember was you crying naked on the bathroom floor because you were cold. I got you a blanket and you kept kicking it off and crying because you were still cold.
Put down the bong. Turn off Hey Arnold. Stop calling me football head.
I love you football head
I was scared I had HIV after last time so I'm not gonna do it again
But he was really hot
Glad you don't have HIV
its 2pm. u awake yet?
ill text u back later. still peeling fingernail polish off my face.
Less than a month to graduation and I'm still blacking out on the reg tonguing down the closest breathing organism preferably with a penis but I'm flexible, and still havent figured out how to be functional on Fridays. WHY don't they teach us valuable shit at this institution!?
sex, shower, sex, ice cream sandwiches?
I think all the guys I've fucked in my life would get along perfectly. They'd probably form an orchestra and travel the fucking world. That gives me the slightest feeling of consistency in life which is great.
Still, being medically ordered to stuff things in your vagina is amazing.
I went to smoke a bowl and realized that my lighter is out and there's still frozen blueberries in my bong... I need to reevaluate my life...
dude. I can hear the air.
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