called my therapist. she asked if I was sad bc of m.j.'s death. are ppl that pathetic?
you need more empathy. some people get depressed for reasons OTHER than being a whore.
It only happened twice. Once we used extra virgin olive oil and once I used saliva and brute force.
You say "I'm in class" like it matters... I'm getting a little tired of having to smoke by myself at 4:20 because you're in class.
I was hitting on her while she was puking ... yeah i was pretty drunk
shes laying on the floor in a bowl of salsa with her pants half off and she's crying... i dont know what to do...
I may be in pain from falling off the roof but getting to the morning roof keg was well worth it.
Porch rule of tonight: when you sing, you must use "something" as a microphone. The person to use the most "creative" object gets the door prize...so far Stephie is winning with Jennifer's dog.
Sidenote: do you recall your "give me the d" chant
I knew you were blacked out when you started refusing beer.
My tuesday consisted of speaking to a federal agent for two hours and watching a roving band of gypsies jump over a fire until 2:30am
it was like fucking a Mumford & Sons song
at first i said "no rollerblading if I'm going to be drunk," but we all know how that went
We were in bed, and he looked at me and asked if I'd be weirded out if he took his leg off. BEST.SEX.EVER.
Omg I got up from his bed and almost did a header into the wall because I came so many times I forgot how to walk.
I'm having to shit out rocks
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