So pretty much, I was trying to piece last night together and remembered a point where I was pointing to you heart then touching your face. I'm not sure that I ever translated that to "I like your personality better than your looks" but that's what I meant
that sweater is a total boner killer. you might as well be wearing a wedding dress.
sounds like you fell off the wagon.
fuck falling off. at this point, the wagon is a dot on the horizon.
Nothing says "This dudes gotta go" better than a boner on your back waking you @ 5 in the morning
i don't think it's normal to still be missing spring break.
When I woke up in the parking lot today I decided it is not a good idea to hang out with you anymore.
Balls are wasted. Waste are ballsted. Ballsd wasted
i bought another $5 worth of vodka. with change. i look like a homeless alcoholic. i need your dino cups or else i'll be forced to make a giant jello bowl shot
Potato salad is not cupcake ingredient
why are all my papers due the day after my potential hangover
As sure as my left ball is bigger then my right. We will have our moment.
my pupils became my eyes and i slept with a cloth in my mouth again
She's dressed as a slutty goth schoolgirl. Those are my three favorite things. God himself could not give me whiskey dick.
I am listening to my ipod while i puke, this is most entertaining hangover i have ever had.
half way down the stairs my legs said fuck this and i just fell the rest of the way...
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