i seriously hope you fucking die....you are the worst.
SHit! Sorry, sent to wrong person
I got everything I ever gave her back, every picture, and money for the dog. I didn't want it she brought it all back and gave it to me. clothes jackets, pictures, dried flowers, ear rings, necklace...
Sell it on ebay and let's go to the bar
I wouldn't call it sex. It's like when you put a plug in a socket half way. It's not all the way in but it still turns on the light.
were with a gay guy with a minnesota accent. think about how funny that sounds.
Everything about him screamed your future.
You know you're hung over when your pose in art class is lying face down on the platform
After giving the pizza guy directions you told him to look for the big stupid looking kid outside in purple
I do have sympathy for you. It's just not going to manifest as a blow job.
I'm not sure how appropriate a drug deal is while at a wake.
pretty sure that drunk girl we saw climbing the stairs is now DJing this club....
Also adulthood=replacing meals with bourbon. And not getting your hair caught in a fan.
Fairly certain I cracked a rib. Masturbation is not for the weak. I die now.
Pencil dick carries the name proudly.
It's statistically impossible for there not to be at least one guy sexting you right now
Your roommates will be treating you to many anecdotes about my intentions to have aggressive sex with you. I'm sorry in advance.
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