I feel like I should I write an apology note to the frat for falling down stairs, passing out on the couch, and chugging the entire bottle of burnetts at semiforml last weekend. Apparently I was the main topic of discussion at their chapter meeting last night.
you cried when she wouldn't let you have her bathroom rug.
If you could smell my eyes you'd understand the whole story
the party has pretty much ended, it's just 20ish of us jumping and grinding to music from some guy's phone in the corner.
It's fine...I've done worse things to better people.
Travis is back on this booty and burgers thing. If I'm his delivery service for food he better fuck me how I want.
do you know how much drugs we can buy now that you got that raise at work
I just listened to "Eye of the Tiger" and did 5 shots to prep going over to see him.
There are only four things in life that are certain. 1 Death, 2 Taxes, 3 The wu tang clan aint nothin to fuck with, and 4 you will never be more important than taco bell
fucked a girl in the dry storage closet at work. knocked over a whole rack of tomato paste and pinto beans. and also i really hope my manager doesn't review this footage from the security camera
Blowing a married man is so much more important than a 12 year olds basketball game.
I think he might be using me for sex. I also think I might be ok with that.
Laziness has hit a new level. I'm out of clean sexy underwear and meeting a boy tonight so I'm having a thong delivered via post mates.
How did i get home and why am i wearing someone elses shorts?
1. Not sure how 2. You showed up naked, we had to dress you.
He has a wall filled with panties from past hook ups. So no, I didn't fuck him.
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