Her body is shaped like a coke bottle...a two liter coke bottle
addddeeerrraaaallll.
ok i'm not sure if that was a success statement or a cry for help.
It's like a parade of train wrecks.
Your dick is once again the conversation topic.
It's hard for me to sext him when the picture i see on my phone when he texts me is his facebook default of him and his girlfriend.
Someone just asked me if ur the girl that fell through the floor. I HAD to say yes.
what are we doing this weekend?
I have enough booze to get us through Armageddon...which basically means that on Sunday we will have to make a trip to the liquor store.
What if I told you that I had 160 ounces of cheap malt liquor in my backpack? Espn films 40 for 40s presents: Edward 40 hands. Our room. 11PM/10 central
I know it I should, but it's kinda nice. It's smells like unbridled enthusiasm and copious amounts of melt your face off sex.
It is officially settled in my mind that fuck the hot grad student is THE goal this year
It would be awesome if I knew whose teeth these were in my pocket
friends are allowed to bang on New Years, I read it on the Internet somewhere.
I know what I want to do this Friday. However, it might end in me getting kicked out of an arcade and a mini golf course.
Something like; Dear Cupid, when are you going to send me someone to date that isn't a complete psychopath
I don't remember anything beyond the drinking game but I woke up in my own pee this morning so I'm just gonna go out on a limb and say I overdid it.
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