It smells like weed.
We are in Boulder, Everything smells like weed.
New pre-game routine....wal-mart bathrooms...quality beers for free...hallelujah
Umm. Any where really. Alcohol and boobs. Those are the requirements.
dude all my bootycalls are going to Eclipse tonight... Do I really want it that bad?
Clearly he doesn't understand my need to be surrounded by cats at all times
getting kicked in the face by someone doing a keg stand. just my luck
She told me I was lying in front of her toilet for an hour saying "lasers."
I'm not leaving bed today. And i guess my drunken ass last night hit my roommate in the face with a tiki torch then proceeded to cry while carrying around a picture of he who must not being name. I'm a piece of work.
You should've come to the party. It was like an identity parade of everyone you screwed last year.
Wait does semen show up on blood tests?
Right now he's sitting in the chair pointing to me to go away. He's trying to have quiet time with his penis.
Just had a flashback to Friday. Definitely had my hands in someone's bra. Definitely wasn't mine.
I haven't received a dick pic from him lately. He's not even my boyfriend and I'm concerned. I hope he's alright.
But in today's society it's frowned upon not to wear pants in public.
My ladyscape is the envy of many and the shangrila of few. I will display it proudly.
That isn't the worst part. It got a bazillion times more awkward when he read me a poem he wrote about his dead cat.
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