So the D.A.R.E. essay I helped my tutor kid write won an award. Oh the irony.
haha i think we're both just down to be fuck buddies..but i do have a hickey and a bit of a big lip and fucking burns on my knees..note to self hooking up on a golf course is NOT that exciting
I mean, it really isn't YOUR car until you have sex in it.
He literally had no idea who I was, so he made me turn around 360 degrees and when he saw my ass, he blurted out my first AND last name.
all i remember is screaming butter knifes are for pussies.
Should I mail that cop his nightstick or just throw it away?
just chugged some gatorade and threw it up. todays gonna be awesome
THEY WONT LEYT ME IN AND I REALLY NEED SOME FRUIT
don't say the first was when I crawled under into the dressing room
Tell me I'm the only person you know who could punch someone at the bar, get escorted out, smoke a cig with the cop who almost arrested me AND get the security guy who escorted me out to buy me drinks.
Hey nothing wrong with those! I can't believe the guys who let me see where they live on first dates. Even more surprising, I don't stalk them after they've done me wrong.
Oh and Dustin informs me I'm a legend amongst the freshman, if you were wondering about my street cred
Sent him a nude and I forgot to crop out the Jesus picture in the background. The Catholic guilt is too real.
Tell me again why we had to Facebook stalk your therapist?
so horny i almost want to text him..and then i remember the restraining order i have against him
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