He cooked the food on a paper plate in the oven.
Ross. Joey. Chandler. Who would you do?
Our relationship is like that beach boys song "help me Rhonda" and I'm fucking Rhonda. And Rhondas's the whore in case you've never heard it.
Yeah. My legs are trembling...hard to walk. Feels like a neon arrow is pointing at me saying "just had sex (with not his wife)"
I'm done. I'm tired and there's a topless pic of me floating around the nation's largest 3G network.
We had literally Just finished having sex when he handed me a plan B and said he lied about wearing a condom.
thing about being the result of a teen pregnancy is that all my baby pictures are of my mom and dad holding me around their stoned college friends.
The only thing I regret was that he was wearing a scarf when we made out.
I don't care how great the sex was, I cannot unsee what has been seen. I regret ever stalking his Facebook.
Do they mail horrible human being awards or do I have to pick it up or what's the protocol on that shit
Went to night shots with Kayla... she punched this guy and I got his friends number. Not sure if she's the best or worst wingman ever.
They also submitted to my demands for pizza
I fell into a police barricade, a cop helped me up and asked if I've been drinking. I just looked at him and said "dude.." He proceeded to take out his handcuffs
Would you say that skipping class and sitting alone in my room singing One Direction to myself and sobbing is an acceptable way to deal with the break-up
Lunch date was a success. And you'll be proud- my legs stayed closed.
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