susan atkins died, charles manson's lady
dont cry, there are other serial killers to crush on.
it was like weight watchers had a halloween party.
the last thing i remember is unlocking the door. its like i was literally opening the door to my blackout
Taking jello shots out of a big bowl from a measuring spoon. holla atcha boy.
They call it the Collection Couch because all 4 room mates have slept with at least 3 different girls on it. He tried to seal the deal with "would you like to be number 14?"
And sadly I did.
well considering we left the bathroom with the mirror off the wall, a bloody nose, and clothes all messed up they assume im just a coke whore now..
I drove 5 hours to see her. She thanked me by getting shitfaced, inviting her boyfriend over, and making me sleep on the couch after I cooked for them and did the dishes. You're right. I'm a fucking doormat.
U should feel bad.. u r like a sex politician. All talk and no follow thru
Bro. Some kids just drive-by judged the shit outta me.
Idk I somehow continue to get laid by pulling my dick out and reciting the 3 world country orphan kid commercials
Nothing shouts "I'm single" like a thousand needlepoint pillows.
I'm tryin a pb and onion sandwich now
Please smoke with me until I agree that sounds like a good idea
I just want some dick and chicken fingers please advise
I think I fell asleep on the dance floor at one point...but played it off cool and acted like I just did the robot.
i just want to cuddle, make out and maybe have a boob grabbed but no. someone has to have mono.
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