I'm playing musical beds - it's not very fun
I realize now. I should have just made out with everyone and anyone when I had the chance.
that last vodka shot was definitely the straw that broke the camels alcohol tolerance level
hes so high that he's convinced hes a duck. hes squating in the bathtub quacking. that was NOT JUST pot.
You did not just play the dead husband card again.
I'm on his itunes. He has a sex playlist. It's actually not so much a playlist as 12 Kylie Minogue songs with a big gay Whitney finish.
There's a big hole in the wall at the dining hall. I hope we didn't do
I just want to make mistakes. Like stds that go away with antibiotics mistakes.
He's worked out some sort of arangment where all three of them are dating each other and they've all moved into an apt. with two king beds pushed together
A true beacon of hope in these dark times
I am a murderer. I ran over so many baby frogs. I wanted to stop and pick some up to take home, but all I have is a wine bottle. I'd hate to explain that to a cop.
He drives a tundra! Of course I fucked him. Im just saying eventually im going to need help moving and he has a nice truck. Its like thank you for later on
He said his name was Tony, after last night I will refer to him as Tiny
orgy was averted by karaoke, thank god
well, you know. whores of a feather.
My disney ticket is covered in lube, do you think they will accept it?
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