Ok let's jusst not talk today bc then we'll just do dangerous things but I'll say hello
google image searching george stephanopoulos at 1 AM on a saturday night...once again
Tipsy and thinking of you. Talk tomorrow. My alliteration is awesome.
i just made a girl do the walk of shame. as a bumblebee. i love halloween.
Oh. They ARE dating. Kinda sad. Have such an urge to be a huge bitch and steal him but my morality is in the way. FUCK YOU MORALITY.
FULL ON LADY WOOD. YOU CAN SEE THE VEIN
What if we made a bunch of weed butter and then poured the butter into tiny rectangular molds and then chilled it so it was solid again and then wrapped it with the tin foil wrapping from restaurant butter and then left them at restaurants and wreaked utter havoc.
I sent him a bunch of texts telling him that his beard wasn't long enough yet so we couldn't fuck and to text me back in a few hours if it had.
There should be a Doritos delivery van or something.
Moral of the story: fuckboys never change
I'm to the point where I just want to get back at him in a hot man sex tornado way.
2016 shall be rememered as the year I sharted while putting up the Christmas tree.
The night's not a success unless at least 60% of participants wake up with bite marks on their genitals the next morning.
I don't know what kind of parties you go to, but we should hang out more often.
I'm pretty sure my calc professer is on coke. He's just too excited for this to be an 8am class.
I have cats now. Five of them.
Have you considered starting a global domination firm?
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