I think I died a long time ago.
you could play connect the dots with the people ive fucked in this room
I realized that I earned the name Classy cassie as i was throwing up vodka slushie in my bed with a guy I know by the name extacy boy
My T9 Word has dryhumped saved but I can't even get it to figure out bbq.
I woke up, not remembering how or when or why i was even there and looked over to find Steph spooning with an adult black man.
The class that normally occupies the room we use for my Monday class had to do posters as if for a Hamlet movie and they pick actors for each character and this person wrote "Robert D. Niro"
I know I know. I considered playing it sober but after I typed out IS SHE A GENIE? I knew it was impossible to hide.
I don't think going to Relay for Life and painting our faces while everyone stares at us is a sufficent late night after the bars.
How do you feel about fucking me quick and then me leaving to go do arts and crafts?
I have a theory he's part Neanderthal
I love that your nipples always taste like clean laundry.
I made people serenade her before talking to her and went on a condom run. If I'm going to be in the friend zone, I'm going to be its fucking king.
Wait do we still get bagels if no one got laid
I know it doesn't seem right, but sometimes, bagels are just flat out called for.
Here's a tip: do NOT chant "MATTHEWS. MATTHEWS. MATTHEWS." during sex because the Packers won against the Giants.
A guy at my table is reading a magazine called "Cheese Connoisseur"
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