I had forgotten what it was like to go to all four classes. It's exhausting.
He has a tattoo of a carebear. This is not happening.
making an indian outfit so we can be pochohantas and john smith and fuck in the canoe on the night float
...i'd have to set their sheets on fire.
I need to pack up my vagina and leave. We only do bad things together.
Got high with dad and hunted squirrels in the basement. Is this seriously what my life has come to?
Scary truckers and hobos. These are the men I attract
Tequila, beer, rum, gin, and vodka all mixed in my body last night. The whole "never turn down free booze" is catching up to me. Hungover = understatement of the year.
It wasn't a mystery that it was the pizza cooking in the oven when we stumbled out of the bedroom in a smoke filled apartment at 2am. We are dangerous drunks
I'm trying. I feel like we're trying to have sex with fruitcake. dry and boring.
my goal for the rest of college is to escape STD free. fuck getting a job. this is more important.
Dude, putting on underwear straight out of the dryer is the greatest thing ever. It feels like I wrapped my vagina in a warm blanket.
we just got sex advice from a midget. You better fucking get here.
I swear it’s like he’s filling my soul via my vagina
Do you think he’ll fall in love with me if I tell him I have a nickname for his penis
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