you took a scissor and started screaming "I WANNA KNOW WHAT ITS LIKE TO BE BALD"
you gave the police officer your chanel wallet and said 'just keep it the i.d. is fake too'.
you looked up at me mid puke with tears in your eyes and asked to make sure no one took your turn at Wii
You said your dick dragged you up the stairs
i DID try to find you last night. i asked where you were and you texted me the letter "e" and a picture of the dark.
laying naked on couch sucking water through straw. i can still feel the orgasm from last night. thank you mdma.
Is it bad that I don't ask for names anymore? Just added "gold-chain-wearing hotel guy" to my list under "minivan 3way" and "funny-tasting gym guy."
Puke, feathers, beads, and solo cups all on my way to class. I'm surprised anyone's alive after this weekend.
I'm done being subtle here. MOVE INTO MY EXTRA BEDROOM SO WE CAN FUCK WHENEVER AND NOT HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT FINDING PEOPLE TO HAVE CASUAL SEX WITH.
you live like 200 miles from me and I have two years of school left
goddamnit stop pointing out all the flaws in my plan
Life's too short to be sucking dicks in cars for the rest of my life.
Henceforth: booty calls will now be referred to as "deliveries of anatomy". That is all.
You spent the whole night conversing with your zombie poster, so I'd say you were pretty far gone.
She was sitting on the couch in his tux jacket...no pants, eating cold vegetable lasagna. Yet I'm the weirdo?
And on the 323rd day without sex, God finally said let there be light...or love?
Upon further investigation my nipples are bruised and I have teeth marks all over.
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