the only difference between me and a prostitute was that i complained a lot more.
I kept calling his name while we were having sex cuz i was so proud that i remembered it.
I didn't think her British accent was real until I saw how fucked up her teeth were.
At the bar dressed as a taco. not a typo. Come down.
Just heard a guy on the phone saying " ya ill buy the eight ball " then came to my register to ask what asile the sugar substitute is on.
whatever happens this semester dont let me be that girl yacking in the urinal. again.
It involved anal and pop rocks. Tell me how that could have ended well.
HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO LOOK FUCKABLE IN AN ALL NEON SPANDEX JUMPSUIT?
He's coming over for beer and a movie, but I just don't know if he's interested.
Pathetic and sad. I should come over there and fuck both of you just to get the ball rolling.
My goal is to upperdeck the house I'm at, because it's some girl I don't know's birthday. Welcome to adulthood, bitch.
That would make regret #10
He was more like the original regret
Props to you. You took the bet seriously. Making out with her for an hour right after she spewed
I stopped hooking up with him and ran to the bathroom to throw up. He saw me throwing up and it made him throw up
I asked him to sing a song so he couldn't hear me throwing up as he was holding my hair
Hey do you remember me?
You were a giant banana.... how could I forget.
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