I don't know if it's her mysterious past or atrocious grammar, but I think I'm in love.
The karaoke bar doesnt have electric avenue. Ill just have to pick another song and sing the lyrics to electric avenue
i've decided to use this saturday afternoon to take care of my pube situation
scarred for life. way too high and witnessed some chick give a dude head on the dance floor
I'm not holding out much hope. She met me in a nighclub when I was arguing with the cigarette machine
I went on my dinner date pretending that my lunch date didn't jizz in my hair.
I wish I could remember her name, I mean we fucked and all, but it woulda been nice to tag her in the instagram pics.
Also.. The Hobbit does not look like a cartoon. We were just too fucking high.
When that bartender tried to tell us he sang like Sade, I knew it was time to go
Sending out old nude selfies with the message "#tbt"
you got drunk, told him he looked like shaggy and said 'I wouldn't show you my mystery machine for all the scooby snacks in the world'
it's pizza time hurry your sexcapades
I shouldn't have that kind of responsibility when the prospect of being high is readily available. All I could do was hula hoop and smoke cigarettes last night. My remembrance of anything important was out the window.
You cannot ask her to resend the picture of her genital tattoo to you just so you can show your room mate. it is time to end your relationship with the Captain.
we went to the skate park then back to her house for dinner, and somehow that ended with her making me blueberry pancakes at 2am
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