I just came to the conclusion that the most depressing part of my day is when I have to put clothes on.
I wouldn't necessarily call it an addiction, more of a passion. I'm habitually passionate.
someone lit off fireworks while I puked in the street. I was like congratulating me for making it through homecoming.
I've created a drink called, "watching the sound of music with grandma." its straight vodka
I cant yet im literally covered in lube but I will later
Homegirl just dropped a candle on the floor major party foul. Thought it make you feel better.
Did everyone make it back alive?
You say that with such hope.
Is that a no?
He smashed a plastic chair leg on a tree stump, threw himself into the side of our metal enclosure, stomped on the wreckage for a bit and then punched the fire.
I don't listen when you talk. I just try to find new creative ways to get you to send me naked pictures.
Preparing for the bar exam has made my whatever disorder you said I have act up again
Of course I fucked him. He's a professional beat boxer, his entire job is to do complicated shit with his tongue.
He told me he loved me and then peed his own bed. So at least it was a memorable one night stand.
Wait I can't come yet Mr. Brightside is playing
ok i defs just took my shirt off in the middle of a frat party though so keep me updated
I'd have to have a ring. Like I don't want to be called "the ex girlfriend that shit on me"
I just woke up with a cowboy hat on my face and a playboy from the 90s on my chest
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