fighting downstairs. join me tonight to hear their makeup sex. also, let's make skittles vodka.
If you can't do the LSAT hung over. You can't do the LSAT. That's the real practice.
I've really got to stop smuggling half full bottles of beer out of bars in my purse.
if I want to go home with a foreign boy, please feel free to let me go, sober me gives you permission to let drunken me do it
At some point we were all eating banana flavored rolling papers.
I'm drunk on a monday night. Not a good start to finals week
Sincerely would love to tap that, on a mountain with the wind blowing on your pubes .
I'm supposed to be studying for finals but all I can think about is blowing him on a sea doo this summer
I like how our relationship transcends the borders of inappropriateness and encompasses all the colors of the inappropriate rainbow.
I'm getting a collar when he gets back in to town! That's like the bdsm equivalent of getting his class ring!
So it's ironically funny that my psychiatrist's office and my cocaine dealer's house are on the same street
You fell out of his top bunk onto his set of golf clubs. After seeing blood on your leg, you proceeded to sing "the first cut is the deepest" while sprawled on the golf clubs
ok morning sex is a totally valid reason to come in late... ur good, cya in 20
Maverick's sitting in jail wearing a turkey costume and I am soooo jealous.
A reminder in my phone just went off saying, "Fuck.On.Roof- the Great Bambino". This makes me excited and slightly nervous.
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