So im pretty sure the object of my emotional onterest is tired of playing with me....
school has made you so classy.
that's mcgill. producing sluts since 1884.
Apparently I was trying to convince him Springsteen has had buttsex. I ended the argument with "I bet he came from it too."
Seriously, I'm ready to settle for ugly and unemployed as long as he has decent hygene and likes to go down.
Got paid to make out with a girl. It takes skill to be this drunk and still make money
Two shots of gin says this is gonna be a sloppy lab write up.
I tried snowmobiling at 2 am. I broke my glasses. You're right. Things do get out of control.
So we became Pizza Strippers- we stripped and asked for slices of pizza in return.
My 12 o'clock class is an all star team of my ex's hook ups
I made it to work. Still drunk. Definitely pregnant.
There aren't enough words in the English language to fully describe how worried I am for your dick. And the rest of you, I suppose.
I'm by myself. some Midwest chick is hitting on me because I gave her a deviled egg. I need the distraction.
You know darned well I have a well-documented weakness for redheads, Subway and hand-drawn graphic novels.
Oh yeah, nothing says welcome home like walking in on your parents having sex on your bed while the dog is watching, they told me to wait until they were done...
location: under the moon. please find me. need ride home.
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