You'll put your fingers inside me but you won't be my FB friend?
somehow in between the body shots the bong hits and trying to convince the 7-11 lady to let me fill up my vodka bottle with cherry slurpee. i misplaced my car.
before i could say "i'm not that kind of girl", i was.
You supply the liquor and I'll "accidently" forget my bathing suit.
Deal!
we've decided to start cutting you off when you can't figure out how to work an ipod.
I don't like finding out that my fuck buddy is a good person.
Currently bleeding through my leggings. Not good. Not good at all.
Hospital.
I am invincible.
you can't tell me you didn't shit your pants I saw them in the trash can by the bathroom.
I peed on his girlfriend's loofah during our post-sex shower.
He fingered me and now wants me to go get plan b because of it. WE'RE IN COLLEGE.
Can you get snapchat back so I can show you all the places I threw up in/on last night?
I'm too drunk to explain this to you. It's too hard.
Do you ever just feel the storm building inside of you that tells you you're ready for a giant indiscriminate fuckfest?
I feel kind of like we’re in a gang and tonight is one of those “people are gonna know not to fuck with us” type of nights. And then tomorrow I am going to learn to pole dance. I’m not really sure how I got to this point in my life… but I like it.
Have you ever realized how weird it is to think that you've fucked someone and don't know what their handwriting looks like?
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