We video chatted for almost two hours. But I woke up with puke on my keyboard. The question of the day: were we still chatting when I vommed? No idea.
i scrubbed and i scrubbed and i scrubbed and i still was a whore
So apparently when he was telling people he was in Alaska for 6 months he was actually in jail
i just called. the lady was really nice. something tells me my schools clinic gets a lot of calls about chlamydia
Peeing in public by noon, this is not a good indicator for the day.
Someone else needs to become the bad example in our group
But you wear shame so well
That is NOT what pussyfooting around means. Try that again with your toe and I break it off.
The nausea has returned and I can't handle such things to exit my body so violently
New drunken fun fact of last night, after I pushed Sarah and before I started making out with guy #1, I shouted that I'd go to third base on a first date, then threw myself at him
The smell of mosquito spray completely ruined the sex.
I can't wash the smell of tacos off my hands. I feel like the Lady Macbeth of Chipotle.
I finally broke my dry spell. I did it. D-do-da-Dora.
Apparently I offered the cop my Taco Bell.
Desperate times...
I don't think I've ever been sadder than the way I feel when I finish my meal while I'm high
It's a shame things ended how they did. We were well on our way to transforming from acquaintances with benefits to friends with benefits.
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