dude, despite what happened last night, I'm not gay
sooo i think when i get back from rothbury i should probably take a pregnancy test
but you would be showing by now. i'd just save the money and wait for a large crap in 6 months that starts crying. then you'll know.
In my 8 am class there was a pack of birth control on the board with a note saying, "Some dude somewhere is unhappy."
so...he totally just used scissors to cut up the weed. a wet paper towel to moisten the blunt....and a blow dryer so it wouldn't be wet. this dude either has the worst case of OCD or has the potential to be the next martha stewart.
It's like alcoholism for beginners at my kitchen table.
All I know is that it's pretty damn mean to put a glass wall in a bar.
He's trying to row the canoe up my front yard like he is Lewis and Clark.
You were demanding water from a bottle but I didn't have one..so I just took the water bottle from the hamster cage. You're welcome.
My "Week Of Not Checking Into OK Cupid So I Don't Hook Up With Another Fat Chick" lasted four hours. On the plus side, she was the smallest one yet.
Highlight of the night was you walking into the men's room yelling "My husband is diabetic" and crawling under the stall to yell at me.
New discovery: pineapple flavored vodka. Life made, liver in jeopardy. Graduation t-minus 50 minutes.
Hahah. They reconnected again?
Like with his penis I guess
The last thing I remember is singing hotel California with a hobo and asking every bald man I saw if I could touch his head.
We were both too drunk to drive home. So we did it in the coat closet and then I walked home. 20/20 hindsight: Could have both walked to my apartment and then had sex there.
You shouted “im bobby labonte!” In the process of shoutgunning a beer. He said you were too redneck for him...
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