She's perfect. Funny, gorgeous, 3 tats, been through a lot, bright. I'm in love.
Um, that's called prostitution
Not if I leave it on the nightstand, then it's called cab money
I no longer want to be the gay that plays in the revolving door at RelationshipDale's like a seven year old with a.d.d.
we knew you were done when they played It's All Coming Back To Me Now by Celine Dion and you started crying
theres a turtle on the table. helping me eat my ramon noodles.
I need a leash, or some shame. Maybe.
Josh has a goal of being naked in every RAs room this year. He's already 3/11.
Just blew my age on the breathalyzer. I also have 8 stitches in my head. So worth a .22 though. All time record.
can we get vodka so I have an excuse for being an emotional wreck
It was dark, she woke me up, gave me a blowjob and then whispered in my ear: do you know who I am?
$645 later, she's throwing up in my washroom and asking for a cab. Hooker are soooo much cheaper.
We're Scorpios. We're like dogs rolling in whatever smells good to us.
Ran out of deodorant. Febreze on a paper towel? Kicking college's ass.
I feel like I missed the land of milk and honey and instead wound up in the land of beer and pizza. And yet, I think I'm happier here.
This place is a maelstrom of dicks.
I mean as in stuck up bastards, not actual, desirable male genitalia. My point is, come pick me up fast, please!
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