Dude you just kept yelling "She was my first asain!" right in front of her.
Granted, we were all high and wasted, but the fact that she thought we couldn't see her making out with the charles in charge lookalike bc she was holding up a pillow in front of them is a little ridiculous
Did he look more like 80s Charles in Charge or the old one that had that VH1 show? It makes a difference.
I envy your ability to put any word in front o the word beer and make drinking before 5 sound like a socially sanctioned event.
Its like everytime i see you, my vagina gets a heartbeat.
There will be two dogs there to provide supervision. Not to worry.
Can we end it on a good note at least? Can we fuck and then never talk again?
He got a slutty, ugly mother of a 7 year old, and I got a dog that only sleeps and shits on clean clothes. No one won in this break up.
First thing on my "to do" list- get sober for community service.
Just broke my collar bone. May not make it to the party.
Just switched my underwear without taking my pants off don't ever be ashamed to be related to me
"Where are you? Where are my keys? What is this guys name again? Why am I wearing two pairs of your pants?"
I was proudly and successfully the first girl ever to get kicked out of a the bar for being too drunk last night. Loving spring break.
The sex was so good I feel like I could run a triathlon, hit big at the casino, and defeat ISIS.
I can't remember what I did last night, but judging from the state of my hair I had a pretty good time.
Anyways enough about genital fatigue...
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