In regards to your tweet: as its been said on all of those posters on ffffound: keep calm and carry on
I look like a poor person in the cast of Gay Oliver.
just saw a girl come out of the tanning bed room on crutches, now thats determination
started to yawn and threw up hamburger helper instead. awesome night.
I can practically hear my vag and my conscience fighting.
So I am just swinging blind here, but I am guessing that blood in your sinus is not ideal
I remember three things: you falling down an entire flight of stairs, me stripping out of your Christmas one-sie to do cartwheels in my underwear, and people standing above me saying, "where did that bump on her head come from?"
Also, I was told I kept the antlers on the entire time. I'm deeming last night a success.
lesson #1 of freshman year: grinding with a sombrero is difficult
WHY WERE YOU COOKING NAKED?
WHY WERE YOU SLEEPING ON MY COUCH?
okay we need to get tested.
no YOU need to get tested. I'm just going along for the ride.
The woman in the flower onesie is claiming she hasn't been drinking.
I'm super depressed and stressed and I just want spaghetti and sex...
Wtf is this place? I don't see any alcohol and I feel like we were supposed to bring our own strippers.
It says something about our relationship that he stole your phone to tell me about his dick at 3am and neither of us realized that wasn't you until just now
It's like his penis moved in and did some interior decorating without telling me first...
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