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Post by Daphne Greengrass on Sept 18, 2010 23:29:45 GMT -8
Dear Luci,
He has a tattoo of a carebear. This is not happening.
Love Daphne. [/right]
Dear Lys,
I told him I don't date guys unless they play a musical instrument. So, he's here and he brought a kazoo.
Love Daphne. [/right]
Dear Tori,
He keeps saying he loves me and ruining perfectly good conversations.
Love Daphne. [/right]
Dear Theo,
So I went out tonight… met a guy who slightly resembled my dad, huge creeper, he asked me to "hang out" so I gave him my mom’s number since he was more her type.
Love Daphne. [/right]
Dear Terence,
The girls on my floor started fighting over who got to keep the random hoodies that boys forgot in my room after sex.
Love Daphne. [/right]
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Post by Daphne Greengrass on Nov 25, 2010 1:12:03 GMT -8
Dear Terence,
I don't remember his name but he sat in the bathroom and gave us both advice...
Love Daphne. [/right]
Dear Lucien,
She narrowed it down to 7 guys that could have gotten her pregnant.
Love Daphne. [/right]
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Post by Arien Rosier on Nov 25, 2010 1:18:21 GMT -8
To: Terence Apparently I joined a band last night. Definitely my favorite blackout. From: Arien [/color][/size][/right]
To: Evelyn It was like watching Bambi learning to walk, if Bambi was 22 and a high functioning alcoholic. From: Arien [/color][/size][/right]
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Post by Walden Macnair on Nov 25, 2010 1:20:42 GMT -8
To: Max From: Walden
Tempting. But I already used the alcohol poisoning excuse at work this month. No way he would believe it a second time... [/color][/center]
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Post by Daphne Greengrass on Dec 19, 2010 22:40:54 GMT -8
Dear Luci,
…and the ‘foreplay’ consisted of me threatening to cut off his hand if he didn't remove it from my back.
Love Daphne. [/right]
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Post by Walden Macnair on Dec 19, 2010 22:51:38 GMT -8
To: Rod From: Walden
The vodka told me to go iceskating on my frozen pool. I may have attempted. [/color][/center]
To: Max From: Walden
I promise I’ll be ok… btw, I’m only considered "not ok" if I end up in the hospital. [/color][/center]
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Post by Arien Rosier on Dec 19, 2010 22:57:39 GMT -8
To: Theodore Define 'illegal'. Your idea of it and my idea are in separate universes. From: Arien [/color][/size][/right]
To: Evelyn Woke up to a huge puddle of water in the living room floor, apparently I made an indoor snowman. From: Arien [/color][/size][/right]
To: Terence One night stand. Woke up at her dad's house. She already left for work. Shit's about to go down. From: Arien [/color][/size][/right]
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Post by Walden Macnair on Jan 25, 2011 22:42:21 GMT -8
To: Max From: Walden
I'm gagging in the liquor aisle just thinking about how much alcohol I'll be drinking this weekend. [/color][/center]
To: Rod From: Walden
She told me I should be a condom model. [/color][/center]
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Post by Arien Rosier on Jan 25, 2011 23:07:08 GMT -8
To: Lucien I find it unbelievable that you didn't think it was necessary to intervene when I started letting people autograph my body with spray tan. From: Arien [/color][/size][/right]
To: Theodore She's throwing a head of lettuce everywhere shouting “HEADS UP” and trying to get us to play catch with her. I'm scared. From: Arien [/color][/size][/right]
To: Evelyn All I heard was "I swear it'll be funny", and then we were in jail. From: Arien [/color][/size][/right]
To: Terence Not sure how we got back down, broken rib says we didn't use stairs. From: Arien [/color][/size][/right]
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Post by Daphne Greengrass on Jan 25, 2011 23:30:31 GMT -8
Dear Terence,
I just had a 30 minute fake cell phone conversation with myself just to avoid hooking up with the drunk guy next to me. It’s like an art form.
Love Daphne. [/right]
Dear Lys,
Theodore just sent me this: ‘IOR GHIT ALL THE BUTTIB’. Go get him. Now.
Love Daphne. [/right]
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Post by Walden Macnair on Apr 27, 2011 18:28:56 GMT -8
To: Terence From: Walden
The bar told me I would have to take an hour break so they could wash the shot glasses. [/color][/center]
To: Max From: Walden
Why do I feel like the only way for this trip to end is alcohol poisoning? [/color][/center]
To: Lord Voldemort From: Walden
Imagine that my comprehension level is that of a 7 year old and explain your plan again. [/color][/center]
To: Rod From: Walden
A homeless man walked up to me at the bar, pointed, and told me to get my shit together. Jesus? [/color][/center]
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Post by Arien Rosier on Apr 27, 2011 18:50:09 GMT -8
To: Theodore Just found puke on my backpack while sitting in class. It's like this weekend won't leave me alone. From: Arien [/color][/size][/right]
To: Terence The stripper had a daughter my age and offered to introduce us. I didn't know what to say to that. From: Arien [/color][/size][/right]
To: Evelyn Woke up next to a half eaten California burrito. It was tucked in. From: Arien [/color][/size][/right]
To: Terence It’s 4 am and she invited me over to split a 'romantic bowl of frosted flakes'… really dude? What do you think she's trying to say? She better not be kidding about the frosted flakes though. From: Arien [/color][/size][/right]
To: Angelica Were you going to tell me there was a loaf of banana bread in the oven before you left for a 5 hour shift? From: Arien [/color][/size][/right]
To: Josephine Vodka @ 9pm. Library. Nothing can go wrong, I promise. From: Arien [/color][/size][/right]
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Post by Daphne Greengrass on Apr 27, 2011 19:17:24 GMT -8
Dear Lys,
I waited so long to accept his friend request that he canceled it. So I added him and when he accepted I deleted him. I wonder how long this will be funny to me.
Love Daphne. [/right]
Dear Tori,
He said he would handcuff me to his penis. That’s not even possible. I want to go home.
Love Daphne. [/right]
Dear Theo,
I DID try to find you last night. I asked where you were and you texted me the letter "e" and a picture of the dark.
Love Daphne. [/right]
Dear Terence,
No, "because my penis told me to" is not an acceptable answer to that question.
Love Daphne. [/right]
Theo:
gpnpr hd vmdd nm the ggrl whm was mn my lar
Daphne:
I need you to use more vowels. [/center]
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