So all semester this guy and girl have been talking, and today is the last class and we are doing nothing. I would have skipped but I want to see if he seals the deal or pusses out. It's like a season finale.
i found you on the dancefloor with your cell phone to your ear saying that you didn't like the music they played at the club so you were going to listen to your own
They'd unbutton the overalls with their lesbian-tongues. It wouldn't even be a problem.
the room spins SO much faster in panama
they just started filling water ballons with vodka.
on my way.
I'm back in the dating scene now... Since the legality issue calmed down. And my stalking charges were dropped.
On second thought, is it weird that I scheduled a surgery that determines my fertility around lingerie football night? I might have fucked up priorities.
Absolutely not. I would have done the exact same thing.
The fact that me being able to walk down stairs is an accomplishment in my books pretty much explains how I am
Just to clarify, I'm still tripping balls
On an unrelated note, I've come up with a theory of everything
I woke up to him "wax on, wax off"-ing my boobs. I just reminded myself that I love him and let it happen.
Well, I can mark "throwing up in a daycare bathroom due to a hangover" off my bucket list.
We're going to ride the bus of mixed signals all the way to unrequited love town and that's where I'm going to live my life and then die.
You ruined a cute cat because your lack of horniness
It's going to turn into you and me throwing down in a devastating lip-synch battle while everyone else stands around awkwardly.
Just checked out of walmart with a 30 pack of Budlight and a wiffle bat. Hello, Monday night.
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