its not stalking. its research.
Come over! I've just turned Titanic into a drinking game. I drink every time I want to fuck Leonardo DiCaprio.
I've spent too much of my life staring at my bberry and counting to 5 to see if it blinks
Her bacne/racne was so bad it was like having sex with bubble wrap.
Just cleaned up my puke with my lecture notes.
Hmm. I hear gunshots, car horns blaring, hear drunk white people screaming, and see about fifty status updates pertaining to the hawks. I guess they won.
I don't know if it has occurred to you yet, but you are dating a nymphomaniac, and your work schedule is an interference of my needs being fulfilled. Get home now.
You know it's bad when I can already feel tomorrow's hangover before even drinking today.
Dude the tree smoked with me. I planted the roach with it and smiled.
Actually just remembered that solo cup full of scotch that random guy gave me for not farting on him. That's probably why
yeah true but how easily can you rip a scrotum
you know you're doing something right when your drug dealer insists on hugging you before you leave.
So I justmade it back home and was greeted to a squirrel in my dorm... Last time I let my friends rent it out for a party.
We're like a married couple, but we only have sex on college holidays and other people's birthdays.
I just fucked her boyfriend. Happy birthday, bitch.
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