I don't want to talk about it. He was like the Little Engine that couldn't get me off.
Nothing ended up happening last night because he couldn't get my overalls or fanny pack off. I woke up this morning with one strap over my overall shorts on, my fanny pack wrapped around my chest, and the baby doll still tied to my hand. Ugh white trash parties!
Whatever. They have the same name, so it's not even cheating. It's brand loyalty.
All I can remember is being told by a guy named Kyle to stay in the corner until the cops left. Then waking up on a porch outlined in beer cans 8 blocks from my house. Pregaming for college.
Also I spent like 2 hours on the hubble/nasa website sunday night looking at pictures of outer space and cried my face off at how beautiful and complex it is. What's wrong with me?!
One my way home. There was too much fog, strobe lights, and cocaine for my taste.
It's ok, I like adventure. Just ask my vagina.
You called me at 3 am laughing like an idiot. Apparently you consider breaking out of the hospital to be a lifetime achievement.
I don't remember, but I believe your goodnight phrase was "nice meeting you, thanks for not macing me"
Running my fingers through my hair was like that scene in Patch Adams where the old lady got to swim in a pool of pasta. I love Molly.
I'm not sorry for loving America more than everyone else
PEOPLE ARE STILL EATING FAJITAS IN DROVES. BY THE CASELOAD. THERES A FORKLIFT OF SIZZLING MEATS.
She turned down sex for beer pong. I'm not sure if I should be disappointed or not.
she crawled a good forty meters just to whisper in my ear... "dildon't"
I think she lost me at about the point where the words “Ice Cream Enema” were spoken.
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