i met a boy and i'm in lovvvvveeeeeeee and we're going to vegas and getting marrrrrriiiieeeeedddddd!
let's be honest with each other here, that's about the worst idea you've ever had. you need to walk this one off.
This row in front of you is like duck, duck, goose - but eating disorder, eating disorder, failed eating disorder
rhymes with "ouble enetration"
Today a TA in one of my classes told me he thought I was 35 and going back to school as an adult learner. Alcohol is working me.
I don't even have to turn the heat on in my car. Just fart the whole way home.
we all know badassery is carried on the XX chromosome
Not much, just your average college male Sunday cleaning period blood out of the carpet.
Tell me you're kidding.
Besides scarred, I'm not much of anything right now.
You climbed into the Suite next to us at the game so you could steal the half eaten hot dog someone had left on the table. That high.
I think my vagina has grown over, not unlike earring holes when not used in a long amount of time.
So really what you're asking for is an allowance to not have sex on our futon.
You have not lived until you've had your brains fucked out on a broken down Tunnel of Love ride. Life is good.
If you could get me there thatd be perfect. I doubt there's extradition on the moon.
He was 6'5 and wearing a kilt, how could I not fuck him
He was cute in a Sketchy-trying-to-sell-you-a-vaccum-at-9-at-night kinda way.
So I wake up to my ex girlfriends underwear hanging from the ceiling fan and the only thing i can think of is "what time is the game"
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