Apparently the library doesn't care about celebrating the day Jesus became a zombie.
When his Irish accent comes out my uterus hums. Or some productive organ down there, I'm not sure of the logistics
Bang-toberfest begins!!
I also just told a guy I was available for counseling in case he needed to 'bang' things out. I've become a monster.
I swear I can't go out anymore. It's like he put a GPS in my dick. I don't know if I should feel awkward or proud...
Judging by your snapchat you're totally working on your project and definitely not singing, "The Sign" while shirtless with another man.
Safe to say I'm terrified but totally AMPED
Fun thought: I realized the thing I miss most about him is dixie kong's double trouble on his super Nintendo. It's possible that I don't have a soul.
Turns out she left way earlier. So I'm stuck with this guy asking where he can score meth and if I'm really straight.
I like that our conversation ended with "im gonna go get pregnant goodnight"
party devolved into two exes battling with Cal's tiki torches, and the lawn being set on fire kinda sorta and then we all hula'ed... hulaed?
I'm currently in h&m wondering "what exactly is the class level of a swingers resort?"
I was sitting here smiling wondering why i'm so fucking happy at work. cookie has kicked in
Even my conscience is telling me to take this Wednesday's exam buzzed.
Dignity. Ruined. Must. Smoke. Weed.
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