Why do girls always cry at the bar?
What's the point of going out if you're going to cry all night?
Are they having an exestensial crisis at the bar?
and i looked up. we had an audience...
Please return the baby Jesus and sheep to the quad
i find it sad that i can no longer sit in the back of class for fear that someone will fart into the heater again.
He' s half Black and half Italian, I finally asked...this penis maybe one for the records.
a garbage man just dropped off my phone and wallet. he found them in the trash this morning.
I'm drugging my best friend. I'm like a whole new level of bitch.
Alright, my brain isn't sure how to properly function on a Wednesday with no hangover and more than 3 hours of sleep.
I will give you all my nachos to make this happen
He told me about how he pissed his pants last weekend like it was a normal part of conversation. Within 10 minutes I was going home with him. I think he put me under some kind of spell.
It was a group decision to take your pants off. Took a solid 10 minutes. No more skinny jeans while drinking.
The sad thing was my husband told her its ok to make out with me. Bar Tuesdays will live on regardless.
She really is something else.
Words cannot describe what though. The best way to describe her is to say it like watching a bear and a whale have sex. You don't know why it's happening or how. But it's rather funny and you can't look away.
moral of my life: don't tell a guy you want to have sex with him. he'll get back together with his ex.
It's only just- an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, a nude for a nude
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