So theres a slight possibility i may not graduate according to planned because i was out getting laid instead of studying. And im okay with that.
Dude, I think my check liver light just came on
I wore my underwear in the shower just in case i passed out and you had to come in and get me
well isn't that the pot calling the kettle a make out whore
I don't know how it happened, one minute we were talking about Huck Finn, the next minute I was blowing him behind the corner of his apartment building.
Well on the bright side, I only need a sophomore to complete the fuck-a-guy-from-every-year-challenge.
Spending my graduation money on an abortion. Welcome to the real world.
He probably smells like baby powder and sexual identity crisis.
I'm thinking he has to buy me dinner at least twice before i even start considering casting him for "Fuck buddy - understudy."
All three of them were helicoptering their dicks to persuade me to take my thong off
The problem with Wednesday evening drinking is that no gets to my level. It's like like a one man party. But it's a goood party.
Instead of a hangover my body just feels like shame
That is a hangover
I would prefer a headache
I just found a weed leaf in my leg hair..
He told me to take off work and bring a bathing suit. If this doesn't involve six flags hurricane harbor or sex in a hotel pool I'm going to be disappointed.
Have you ever given your heart and soul to someone and they turn out to be nothing but a great fuck that makes a mean grilled cheese because same
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