so i just calculated it and i would need to score 150% on this final to pass
Oh, I made pasta salad in the throw up bowl. I hope you don't need that for the next few days.
It's not prostitution until you're out of college. Right now it's just strategic boning.
She's trying to master eating with her feet. She said it was be she "always has to be prepared."
Am I the only one creeped out by the guy asleep behind our couch?
She told me she's going to buy a projector so she can watch porn on her ceiling...I'm telling you man this chick is going places
This text is addressed to sober me: getting drunk by yourself may have seemed like a Good idea at first bit it can tell you that it wasn't ad fun as you thought it would be
Ps your lap top bag is FULL of empty beets
Your engaged. Stop telling guys you will sit on their face. They don't always know your kidding.
My catholic guilt is strong, but the alcohol is stronger.
i refuse to be around anyone not wearing a sombrero...its cinco de mayo
Second time this week margarita night turned homoerotic
I'm thinking about slathering myself with peanut butter and going to the dog park. What's the worst that could happen?
The length of my leg hair is a constant reminder of how long it's been since I even thought I had a chance of getting laid.
I need a "no soliciting" sign for your dick
We are back but we are listening to stairway to heaven in my car. Amy is air drums. Be back when it's over.
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