I can't believe believe she called me a slut. She doesn't know anything about me or my life.
Shit, that's something a lot of sluts say.
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.
I was too high to figure out which of the three doors would lead me to my classroom, so i sat down in the middle of the hallway and ate a twinkie.
he just found out the funeral is this morning so i'm wearing last night's clothes and look like a total slut.
I knew we should have skipped class earlier, my lab partner is drunk from last night and making up his own experiments.
I didn't exactley write on my bucket list -- "hook up with a townie at a drivers intervention program"
Yo I tried to get u stoned for ur dreams by blowing weed smoke in ur face while u slept. Ur welcome.
Beware of calls from Dad. I just had a longer than I would care to admit convo about the ididarod. Apparently it starts tomorrow.
I'm drunk in a field. the chupacobra is going to eat me. if I die serve vodka at my funeral.
We've only been here for 15 hours and our names are already on 2 separate police reports. We've also been given our "final warning" by the cops and hotel management.
I'm using the house around the corner that my parents rent out to people as a means of getting sex. I just tell them I'm going for a walk and just invite my next hook up over
I'm not gonna lie. The thing I miss the most about him right now is the air conditioned hotel rooms.
Best line overheard at the bar: "This is the last time I'm shaving my ass for him...I mean we just broke up".
We ended up on their roof with our pants around our ankles shotgunning beers at one point.
This is why people in Buffalo die of heart attacks. This and wings
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