Let me tell you a story about the rise and fall of my self esteem
What are you doing?
High. Watching Billy Mays infomercials...
That guy could sell me cancer.
it's gonna be a chat room kind of night
white trash bash was a total success...cops shut it down twice and her hair stayed in rollers all night..she never broke character
The girl in the white might have stds. I'm strangely okay with this.
$5 long island pitchers = roommate pissing on his laptop at 3am.
The secrurity code on my debit card is 420, can not lose this card.
Ummm. I just wanna say this now: Don't let me invite the band back to the apartment to see my stripper pole.
I miss the smell of you or some shit.
I just remembered you had me meet your law professor while I was wasted...how'd that go?
I got pulled into the conversation by "she sleeps with everybody" then "she" involved sleeping with "cocks the size of a viva burrito"
I woke up with my wool blanket soaking wet on the dorm room floor, and my sweatshirt hanging on the shower door down the hall. So basically my camp-out-in-the-bathroom idea didn't turn out as planned
It's gotten to the point that when I close my eyes to cum all I see is candy crush
I'm pretty sure I have PMS because I almost just cried about not being able to find a place that gives acrobat classes here.
so i may or may not have just had sex on the stage of the lecture hall....
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