Hello, balls-out mistake. It's been a while.
This is getting serious. I keep forgetting what's in my vagina.
better yet, through the bookshelves. like an intellectual glory hole
I can't believe he would be such an ass
Your boobs are way too big for you to be worrying about anything.
That girl gave me her number because you were arrested. I am so proud of you dude.
He smashed a plastic chair leg on a tree stump, threw himself into the side of our metal enclosure, stomped on the wreckage for a bit and then punched the fire.
Did you find any other hidden treasures in my room? Specifically weed? Or Slim Jims?
listen. he fixes things. buys me drinks and sticks his penis in my vagina. age means nothing at this low point in my life.
I feel I must have sex with him first to fully decide where my vagina belongs.
Nothing says besties like laying naked in bed hungover arguing over who is getting the pants
i dont know whats worse..that i woke up in a gorilla suit or that its covered in peanut butter
I'm so hungover I can't taste anything
His encouragement of my recreational drug use is the backbone of our nonrelationship. That, and rough animal sex and loud music.
HE LEFT ME THE DAY AFTER I LET HIM PEE ON ME. If you date him after that, I'll leave the fucking PLANET.
the awesomest thing about staying behind in our lame ass dorm room by myself during spring break: I've now nutted in 3 inconspicuous locations on your side of the room. brag to me again about how fucking awesome tahoe is you shithead. I dare you.
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