So he says "lean over this" which is a chain across the doorway, held into the wall with bolts. I do. Then he puts his weight on top of me to try and get it in.
It breaks. We fall.
I now have a broken nose, a concussion, and an infected, split lip. Why do I have the worst luck in guys?
i was like the pretty and slutty 8th grade girl who goes to a party, gets wasted, and ends up having sex with a senoir
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alcohol + bed + penis = sex
He won't talk to me. He'll only communicate using scissors
Awkward interaction of the day: Staring at some guy trying out if he is or is not the guy that woke me up yesterday by getting arrested in front of my apartment.
I kept pulling the $1 bills off the stage and told everyone "no no no she has to work for this money"
You seemed more interested in the queso dip than you were in the hand job
I love your family. Oh. And on a completely unrelated note, I know where we can steal a dog.
So burnt out. Like weed hangover. And someone just fell through the ceiling outside of my class. How's your morning going?
Why is it that every study session with you turns into a hunt for drugs?
Wanna show up on a guy's doorstep and punch him in the balls for me? At least this one isn't a cop.
We played Rock Paper Scissors to see who would have to go down on the other person.
I can't wait to get home and drunk cuddle your dog
Also so weird my phone cracked after I repeatedly threw it at the ground as hard as possible
She is still drunk from the night before, sitting here eating KFC mashed potatoes and drinking Arbor Mist before Anatomy lab.
Even after hearing me fuck his friend twice in one night, he still follows me around like a puppy.
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