I am going to invent a chocolate mix for sperm.
I swallowed and made him pancakes in the morning. I feel almost as desperate as Jennifer Aniston at this point.
Eventually the creepy theater major quirks will come out. Probably in bed. Like role playing as the Phantom of the Opera
Because it is about to snow, I sent him for Diet Coke and cigarettes. It's the gay version of milk and bread.
I'm sorry for peeing on your door. But it was your decision to open it.
Fixing to yell "you're too hot for her" at a Gerard butler look alike. There is absolutely no way this is going to end well...
I could probably do something when Im able to get enough strength to think about thinking about to stand.
Nobody is here, I still yelled for someone to make me some toast. That my dear is commitment to doing nothing.
Tip of the day: Don't ever send a bootycxall at 3 in aftnoon. No one will respond n u'll just feel fooolish.
Holy shit there is too much Taco Bell here to talk to you
If I end up in a healthy relationship because of this, I will NEVER forgive you!!!
My last 2 google image searches were 'a lot of pudding' followed by 'a generous portion of pudding'
I thought I was heading girls talk. It was the toilet. Like put my ear to it
actually there are like 49038098 people in the bathroom for no reason. Singing My Heart Will Go On and pseudo fighting.
I may just have to resign myself to life in flats. He's a sexy little chipmunk that worships me.
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