love how google fills in search terms for you, today for example, i ran a query for "why do girls get t"
and google finished it w/ "ramp stamps."
I felt less weird knowing others had searched this before me.
So I had sex with him again. He's still got it. Not chlamydia, he got rid of that.
Your lack of a response has proven you've clearly forgotten how crazy I am.
i also performed surgery on a chicken burrito from what i can tell from my scissors
It's hard being an adult. And by that I mean it's hard to tell the boy you like who rejected you that you can't share a room with him at white party because you don't want to see him bang other boys.
Being at this stripclub only reinforces how single I am. And I was *just* becoming okay with that.
I have a diplomatic trade for you. My pants for your rum. Tomorrow?
There is naked swordfighting and something green and alcoholic going on in the basement. COME. OVER. NOW.
These people don't understand my stages of drunk
Just had ice cream and a blow job come together in one glorious, defining moment.
Rule travel - in 2s or put an ankle monitor on me, and maybe a shock collar.
Also I know you probably did not understand anything I said on the phone last night but thank you for pretending.
ive decided that just saying "yes" when people assume I am something other than Caucasian will highly benefit my love life. last night I was native.
You had sex with a Scottish dude with a peg leg....how could I NOT tell that story??
But being sober is boring. Everything takes so long, I feel like I'm just waiting in line to die.
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