i didnt like the question options for my yahoo account..so i made up the question and it was "favorite bathroom to shit in"
I am not deleting the internet history anymore, now I am going for shock value.
Sunday was the 8 month anniversary when you shot me in the face...just an FYI.
she went apple picking. why dont we do cute things like that? let's go to a pumpkin patch!
because we're not cute. we're sluts. and sluts don't go apple picking.
You were high and telling me you felt like Pinocchio and that fire was bad for wood.
Hovering on the line between her being fuckable and me being too drunk to fuck. Life's juggling act in progress here.
you did a full monologue with your sober self last night. different voices and everything.
I waxed the left side of it and was in too much pain to do the right side so my crotch looks like cruella devil
Our first kiss happened while shot gunning a hit from a gravity bong. Its that type of relationship.
Thank you for letting me get drunk enough to forget he was there tonight, but not drunk enough to make a complete fool of myself.
The guy that stalks me just looked out his window and saw me in his neighbor's hot tub. Get your shit ready the fraternity wars are starting.
I don't remember much, but I remember he called me the dick whisperer, so it must not have been all bad.
nothing like a long car ride to make you think of all the bad things you've done
EMERGENCY SUBJECT CHANGE. SHE DOESN'T KNOW.
That man makes my giblets tingle
Congrats? I think?
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