My hair reeks of homosexuality.
I just told my doc I would like to talk about my drinking problem, but that it would probably get in the way of my weekend plans.
it makes me cry that so many people are going to see you naked someday.
making cat noises will not fix the situation.
I'm buying a pregnancy test with my lunch money. Classy.
every time i wear that dress i get kicked out of a bar.
I don`t remember Saturday, actually
Its ok, i dont remember 2007
Don't lose. A little bit of my soul dies every time a beer pong game is lost.
New low: falling asleep with my face in the toilet only to be awoken when my hand slid down and touched the water. It's moments like these I wish I could forget.
I think we can all agree that the size of her boobs, combined with beer, is destroying my ability to judge looks.
this celing is unfamiliar to me... im just vaguely wondering where i am. but not quite concerned enough to do anything about it.
he apologises profusely for spelling mistakes in his texts but doesn't care about cheating on me. priorities
My soul is telling me that I need to take this exam naked.
We both shit in the same closet in Santa Fe. Nothing is sacred anymore.
I'm literally naked with a whole pizza in my lap sitting in my chair.
Randomize
