Our relationship is like that beach boys song "help me Rhonda" and I'm fucking Rhonda. And Rhondas's the whore in case you've never heard it.
all I remember was being half naked drinking water on my hands and knees from her dogs water bowl.
Any day that starts with a call from my ex-bf... crying... is a good day.
Now that I'm 21, I feel like I'm letting North Dakota down by not being drunk everyday
he had two deer mounted on his dorm room wall with panties and bras hanging from the antlers... i cant believe i contributed to bambi's headgear...
You left a trail of sequins from your dress incase we got lost
he kept yelling THIS ISNT AMATEUR HOUR
help me choose which girl to send myself boning to my girlfriend to make her want to break up
which one looks the most like her?
he told me not to treat him like a child and then started peeing off the trampoline
There is a literally infinite number of spliffs going around this table.
Delicious
I feel like I'm at a sushi bar with a spliff belt.
He stood up, threw the bag of bud between me and Tory, yelled "Fight" and then ran upstairs for the pizza
I feel like our relationship should have moved on from you constantly asking if I'm gay
Everything is just really out of control. I hear puking from three different parts of the house. Roger has black eye from being punched. Kaiser tried shaving his head, but somehow burned himself. Music is bumping, but everyone is either puking and calling out for help or blacked the fuck out.
I can't wait for you to tell me about your sex.
It's a short, short story.
Whose panties are you wearing on your head and why are you sending me pics of it?
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