I wasn't fucked. I was just drunk, because i was still able to walk into the woods and masterbate.
So Delta doesn't take cash. I used my card to buy a drink and asked the attendant if she could leave it open.
I can practically hear my vag and my conscience fighting.
whatever. as long as im no longer referred to as the girl who fucked the pledge on his big brother's couch.
In a weird way, I don't want to stalk him on Facebook. I want to find out what's wrong with him the old-fashioned way. Is this what it means to be romantic?
He asked me if I wanted to play "Edouard Mandevan," turns out that's French for Edward Winehands
Big girls don't cry they get day drunk
I suppose I should wish you a happy one year of bumping uglies
he doesn't sweat normal. maybe that's what THC smells like coming through the sweat glands...
Dude. He almost took three different girls home, all while dressed up as Amy Winehouse. If he goes as Kurt Cobain next weekend, we're screwed.
Remind me to tell you the story of the fuzzy condom
Appearently I went across the hall last night demanding to ride my neighbors moose... How much did I drink?
His favorite positions involve choking me out. I'm marrying him.
I think I had Hypothermia but was too drunk to notice.
I STUDIED GEOGRAPHY I KNOW THIS SHIT!! DON'T YOU DARE QUESTION MY AUTHORITY ON GLACIAL DEPOSITION AGAIN BITCH!!
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