Have fun with your cool freestyling girlfriend!
She can rap better than you any day
I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
Is it really that bad? I heard it was like pooping. I like pooping.
My cat puked at the same time as me. Makes me feel better about myself, except he can stand and I can't.
She laid down on my bed and played "I want you to want me" on my laptop. subtle.
I think it was you who decided that coming home at 3AM and cooking eggs topless was the best way to end our night. Eating the scrambled eggs off each other's boobs, that was ellie's idea
we are sitting in a kindergarden classroom alone chugging beer. look at our lives. look at our choices.
I realised my life had gone downhill since being unemployed when I was making key lime pie on acid at 3am Tuesday morning.
When the shrooms kicked in we both simultaneously realized we were not the right puzzle piece for the dubstep puzzle.
We made eye contact and were like we are not welcome here, the ravers are onto us and we need to get the fuck out before we get shuffled upon
Ecstasy body chair massage shower sex fest this week?
hotboxing with the ex-bf's two most recent hookups. they just realized they're eskimo sisters with his best friend. this is what happens when I come home for Christmas.
Everything I own smells like cigarettes and victory right now. The smell is never coming out.
We smoked with this guy who looked just like Hyde from that 70's show in an alley. It was a divine moment in my life.
I just masterbated to the Lets Get Ready To Rumble theme
the police dropped me off. that's how my night went.
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