week 6 of class: i have yet to go to spanish sober. i love being THAT girl.
I'm sorry you missed class, the topic today is copy and paste. I'm not even kidding.
He was trying to put his hand up my shirt but I remembered the coke was stashed in my bra so I moved his hand to my pants
Karaoke into a bottle of boones. dear summer in alabama, glad to see you again.
In the future let's not drunk dive in the fountain in front of the hotel bar.
I should also mention that having been a sheltered child, I am conditioned to have serious kinks and find upper bodies of either sex attractive. And legs.
I actually took a sword out of your hands. You were samurai slashing lemons to make chasers.
I guess I just stopped wanting to rip his balls out and started being okay with him being alive. that's a typical feeling for exes right?
I think I just got judged by the pizza guy. dude, you deliver fucking pizza. you need rethink YOUR life.
And if you ever tell anyone that I have emotions ill kill you
I'm wandering around outside asking things if they are god
Drink. Fuck. Waffle House. Repeat.
You sluts I'm so proud of you. You're both wearing underwear.
I love when Facebook suggests people I may know. Well, yeah, I know him. He's my drug dealer. Pretty sure I want to keep that relationship strictly professional.
So, do I need to remind you to keep it classy tonight?
No, because if you have to be reminded it isn't classy.
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