Conclusion from last night: Sometimes being classy isn't as fun as making out with a guy on a pooltable in a bar. Happy birthday, Canada.
I'm making progress with her.. She actually looked at me today and gave me a dirty look. Things are going real good.
Some kid in my class just puked in his backpack, zipped up the backpack, put the backpack on and walked out the door.
You were pretty fucked up... decided playing hopscotch down the stairs was an excellent idea.. it was extremely entertaining
Nothing like studying in the College of Communication to make you realize how smart you are.
no seriously. she's even got the premier of the real L word on her calendar at work. that lesbian.
I almost caused an explosion; It's okay though. because everyone would have died having a good time.
I just traded ecstasy for trapeze lessons...you in?
I just climbed out the passenger side of my car because there was a spider on mine. I'm doing adulthood right
one of these days i'm gonna do a sparkly magical girl transformation into snoop dogg
I went shopping for a dress that was baptism and bar appropriate.
Like a gentleman I waited until you were done vomming to start my Big Mac.
The last thing I need is a possessed urethra.
Like, my vagina is jet-lagged.
God, I missed his penis.
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