So all semester this guy and girl have been talking, and today is the last class and we are doing nothing. I would have skipped but I want to see if he seals the deal or pusses out. It's like a season finale.
My vagina makes bad decisions like its her job
Seriously, let me lead the intervention, my parents did like three with me. I know how it works.
This guy just walked into class and first thing he did was grab the garbage can, walk to his desk and say "just in case"
Just sponge bathed with a swissper. Thrush inevitable. Shaking.
I think I found out what we're going be for Halloween....Alcohol poisoning victims.
I mean it's not my fault he had a floor mat that read "put out or get out". What was I supposed to do?
I know it basically makes me the worst feminist ever, but I don't want to kill my own spiders. And I will pay my personal spider hit man with sammiches and unlimited , uninhibited access to my vagina.
Walking out of the bathroom and not knowing you have hand soap on the front of your pants so it looks like you blew a load on yourself really sets the tone for the rest of the week...
I could probably be laying here naked and he'd still be more interested in this thunderstorm
I'm trying to arrange "Flawless" to come on as soon as I get up to leave the room after my thesis defense. Bow down bitches indeed.
What happened last night? I'm too scared to get out of bed and see the destruction.
First of all, check to see if that naked guy is still alive. He didn't look to be breathing when I left
I think I just saw my socks in the parking lot.. gonna keep walking
He slept outside in his hammock, and then took a lawn chair with him in the shower because he was too drunk to stand up.
The air tonight was full of shame when we saw each other.
Well if u wouldn't have had sex on the front porch last night I think that could have been avoided.
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