I caved and texted him. But it's strictly drug dealing business so it doesn't count.
it's like iHOP with fire
my desire to fuck abstract ideas (bravery, love, popsicls,,) increases by 8bajillion% when I'm high
So the answer to your question is yes, I was masturbating on the roof of my building.
Just signed my boyfriend up on a dating website so I could officially have a reason to leave him for my hot neighbor.
There were two girls and a guy on a bed and now i can put porn director on my resume.
I'm sitting at work trying to dust glitter off my pants. I can't hang out with her anymore.
my window is missing, there is half a pizza jammed into the disk slot of my PS3, and the entire kitchen floor is covered in cerial i cant see any wood floor. did we have fun?
You know you can't live off of vodka and pizza rolls forever
I'VE ALREADY MADE MY CHOICE
Walk of shaming into my apartment. No one to clap me in. Come home!
I'm glad your nude photos turned out "classy" but you cannot hang them in the living room.
It reeks of weed and poor life decisions in here
The fact that I bookended my summer with pregnancy scares doesn't upset me. The fact that he's a trombone major does...
According to the arrest report, I shouted "no, YOU put some pants on" at the cop. Downhill from there.
We were making eye contact while i was throwing up.
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