How is it? Sketchville?
cheap drinks and peanuts cancel out any form of sketchiness
come pick me up. please. i just puked in my lap. bring pants.
we should become lesbians. not together. just in general.
Took it a bit far last night. While leaving his house, I sent myself a text that said, 'you're still pretty"
I'm gonna make this happen. You think it would be too forward to text him my room number with turn by turn directions straight to my crotch?
I got a phone call from security asking me to do my laundry wearing more than a blanket next time.
I would have gladly let him decapitate me with the way he was biting on my neck.
Mr. Clingalot just ran from our apartment. What the hell?
I started to cry afterward and mumble random things. Examples: "God, please don't make me be so gay anymore" and "my mom is going to be so proud of me for fucking a dude this time." It was that or let him stay the night and cuddle. I mean, fuck that horrible shit I'm a girl that needs her space.
When exactly does a bender just become a lifestyle?
Highlight of my night: you taking that shot of garlic butter and then throwing the empty container down on the stairs and saying FUCK.
The last thing I remember was naked hot tub and taking a shot and using the hot tub water as a chaser. Not acceptable.
I'm craving your dick and a microwave pizza
Don't come back. They don't have pants.
Oh god.
God has nothing to do with this.
he told me that I'm basically going to be the mom of the house when they move in...i like to see it as being a MILF without the responsibility of real children
You will be reminded everyday when you witness my majestic mustache.
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