yes i saw that this morning. it was my mailbox.
just went to get groceries. a cashier said she saw me last night. i guess i carried a broom back from the party and swept the street the whole walk back...and i claimed to be in the cast of wicked
i'm watching a show about a girl who died from masterbating with a carrot. A FUCKING CARROT, EMILY! YOU NEED TO BE CAREFUL!
I mean he's a cool ass guy, but he's genuinely in love with a fat chick. I just can't take him seriously as a person.
I dont care if your mom convinced you it should be an abstinent christmas. I did horribly on finals and i'm out of booze, so you will get over her and FUCK. ME. NOW.
Is this the girl that wrote "Poon Slayer" across my chest?!
did you really just send me an instagramed dick pic?
Her roomates have been scoring her hookups. I got 8.9, best of the week!
If you need us, Zoe and I will be on my kitchen floor drinking Gatorade and crying
I broke my heels and ended up on a random party bus where I passed out after a brief stripper pole incident.
I found her face down on the kitchen floor asking anybody who walked by for Kraft Dinner
Thank you for listening to my rant about tacos.
Can i have the words "she went crazy and never came back" written on my grave?
Is it just me or is it like a girl gets married and all of a sudden she’s a “blogger”?
just licked the cheese off a burger. that high.
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