Dude. Creed is coming in september.
We're no longer friends.
names aren't important. just tell him all you want is a lil make out sesh and keep it moving.
If you dont, I will tell Dad you are gay.
Fine, and I will tell him you fucked his business partner
Previous statement retracted.
Update: I just puked into a sock. It was the only thing available at the time. Why I happened to be holding a sock, we may never know.
He is gay. There is no bi when you have a manhunt AND you are an art major. That's like a unicorn without a horn, it just isn't possible.
I think they were making kool-aid in my bed. There is lots of sugar and my hands and face are stained blue.
So did you grab that log full of poison ivy for the fire and then apparently take a piss on Saturday night too or was that just me?
will we ever learn or are we destined for a life of poison ivy covered balls?
my memory may be fuzzy, but the 20+ naked pictures I sent him were surprising clear
Come through the front door when you get here.
Right now I'm so wasted I can't determine whats a door and a window.
It's meant to be, Cynthia. You, him, and your developed breasts are meant for each other.
There must be a happy medium universe where you get it on with my girlfriend enough to cause me pain but not a full on cardiac arrest. It's a fine line to tread though.
I just started an apology with "so I'm sorry about throwing the Brita at your head last night..."
A world without bacon flavored condoms is not one I want to live in.
You were licking skittles to check if they were "halucinateizers" so no, you are not leaving the house while on antibiotics.
My butthole is tingling. Must be the grapefruit juice
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