I wouldn't necessarily call it an addiction, more of a passion. I'm habitually passionate.
i swear i just saw perry the platypus. the fuck dude. i shouldnt even know who that is
so this guy comes in from the patio covered in puke and says "we gotta go"...Yup u need to go is an understatement
the way i see it, im about one adderall binge away from graduating
you're in nursing school, now tell me what to do about a burned clit.
The working title of my paper? "Tailgating: A Big Clusterfuck of Kids Who Dont Actually Give a Shit about Football"
All I want is a camelback full of Jameson and the weather to be cool enough for me to wear rainbow spandex. Ugh. Pride problems.
I think I'm just gonna be a cat and wear slutty black clothes with some eyeliner on my face and pretend my ears got stolen by a drunk guy
Though my hair looks fantastic i will unfortunately have to turn down your 4am sex offer
you walked onto the street in the middle of the 10K in your thong. it was a whole new kind of expirience.
Happy cinco de mayo!! Puke filled sombrero in the lawn needs to be picked up and whos never punched my fence boards in half needs to replace those by the way the owner of those panties (see attached photo) anytime you wanna cum over;-) hiii!
Nothing like sunday church bells to aid your walk to the pharmacy to get plan b
I had to fake it. He was punching my vagina like it owed him money and enough was enough.
maybe you should have closed the porn before you gave the professor your computer to hook up to the projector?
Dude I left his house at 5:30 a.m. after you peed on his front door and then tried to fight me for my blanket. Don't even do that at my house or I will end you.
hahahahaha. Worst. Text. Ever.
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