I was staring at you from my window across the quad. I wanted to let you know so it's not creepy
ugh. people who use coupons make me wanna punch a baby.
I'm pretty sure we've had sex a bunch more times than we've hugged. So hugs are weird when they happen.
sometimes i wish i had boobs. not on me. just like in a drawer.
the only thing i remember last nigh is talking to some chick for thirty minutes about cheese.
FUCK YOU CALIFORNIA. YOU DO NOTHING RIGHT. FIRST PROP 8 AND NOW THIS.
She gives me Chlamydia and somehow I'm still the asshole
Going home with an argentinian named sulvio. Ill let you know how it goes.
Pre-drinking/conditioning my liver for this impending hurricane party associated with cat. 2 hurricane Irene. Be ready to roll in a weather channel minute.
I want someone to sweep me off my feet and you want someone to fuck you on the kitchen table. They're both perfectly logical needs.
Toppless hop-scotch needs to become a competitive sport
Church parking lot, park bench, front porch. I think she's more comfortable going down on me in public. May have found the one.
And that was the night we had mind-blowing sex with the score from Raiders of the Lost Ark blaring on vinyl in the background...
I think you should do the fixer upper relationship. Like lawyers do pro bono work with underserved populations, you can do pro bono relationship work.
We could have fun in a cardboard box. Think of the damage we could do at an amusement park!
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