I'm kindof freaked out about my cock not getting up this morning. Cove over later so I can sort this out. Do not post this on texts from last night.
Damn that would have been a great one. Hahah and don't worry...
my weekend in 10 words or less: hot friend of a friend, open bar, beach house, sore. In that order too.
New major. Tourism Management. I dont know what it is but it sounds like something all the stupid slutty failed business management majors do.
he went to find a bathroom and came back 10 minutes later with a fifth of bacardi, a pack of cigarettes, and two funnel cakes. he is a man among boys.
I had to drink a couple beers this morning so I could attend the keg race. Hangover had to dissipate or it wasn't happening.
I'll keep you from getting pregnant and you keep my papers gramaticallly correct
I've given up for the day already. I just wanna eat cheesecake and hide from her.
You have to understand, he didn't so much come out of the closet as he backflipped out of it with an accompanying marching band.
She's the perfect storm of great hair, big boobs, intellectualism, and mild moral ambiguity.
Three months into our sexual relationship, he comes out with "Your body is efficient". WTF do I do with THAT?
Does fucking him in the back of the car with the sun roof retracted count as star gazing?
last night is slowly putting itself back together. Its one giant slutty puzzle, all the pieces are covered in tequila and shame.
sometimes i just have a bad day n consider lowering my standards
you were making out with a girl because you told her you were part of Nsync
Shame - the story of my life.
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