The last thing I remeber was convincing you to hide in the fridge, and then taking everything out and you not fitting.
I think they should rename 16 and pregnant to "I was fucked in highschool and all I got was a baby and humiliated infront of the nation on MTV"
there was a party in your bed and you weren't invited... change your sheets
Knitting and drinking wine. Forget my 21st birthday, might as well just skip to my 60th
All I need is the Internet and a place to drink.
Exactly. Because my vagina can't be consoled with words. It requires a thicker form of communication
I'm spoon feeding myself tequila for breakfast, should we skip class today?
My stomach literally has no contents left. Tequila cleanse=success.
He'd rather cuddle with his shitty little miniature dog than the half naked girl in his bed. I've lost all hope for him and my vagina
He's a loser but she says we just don't see the good stuff about him. It's like she's dating the Charlie Brown Christmas Tree.
there may have been a blood oath never to speak of it again...only reason i can think of as to why there was a 1 inch bloody cut on my right boob
He left for work so I drank pickle juice from his fridge
Plus my fingers were hella swollen from eating all these cured meats so it was like I was given it to her with Hulk Hands on
I mean if you can't appreciate a good looking dick then just get out.
No, it's okay that he's on a date. I attach no more emotion to him than I do my vibrator.
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