i voted for prop eight dipshit. more weddings = more CAKE.
Reading in my econ of energy textbook about the US' largest oil spill from the 1990's.. guess i can't sell this one back either
is it pathetic that I think he's cheating and it doesn't bother me because for the first time I'm the girlfriend and not the other girl?
they described our state of being as looking similar to a crime scene....you were on the ground and i was running around screaming.
plan d- we get drunk, go see that Justin Bieber movie and freak out 13 year old girls.
my six pack is really starting to show since I started fucking everything that moves
I'm eating a piece of cake like an apple. At least my thought process is healthy.
We were dancing and she was clawing my stomach like a fat kid getting to a half broken pinata.
My lecture teach is passed out next to me. I think I'm doing pretty good for a freshman.
From time to time I think I'm happy for a second and then I remember how a guy stopped me from giving him head on my birthday weekend.
Did we seriously just get into a fist fight over kit kats?
Sheila knows I only go down on her on Bastille Day. Valentine's Day we get high and watch The Neverending Story. THE SYSTEM WORKS.
Maybe? I'm not shaving my pubes for a maybe type of night.
DONT YOU DARE YELL AT ME. YOU'RE THE ONE WHO TRIED TO PAY FOR THE CAB WITH YOUR PANERA REWARDS CARD.
Just because my bed is easier to get to doesn't mean it's okay to fuck in.
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