i've decided that sluttiness is like a disease, it can lay dormant in you for years and then one day you go to college and with all the booze and drugs and boys and time on your hands symptoms begin to show then one day BAM you're a huge slut. it's like how izzie had skin cancer and it grew into brain cancer.
so im kinda of nervous about the whole bust inside event last night
I should just wear a shirt that says "Im Sorry" on the front because the second we land in Vegas, I'm going to be a fuckin trainwreck.
so i just calculated it and i would need to score 150% on this final to pass
If you can't accept "I'm sorry I was mean to you" bjs from 19 year old girls, then who can you
So just to get a feel for things...how prone are you to male Amish strippers...
they just named my boobs. Lefty is "Guenevere" and Righty is "I claim this boob for America"
Give me the approximate price and I'll give you the equivalence in blowjobs.
we started pounding beers an hour ago to celebrate our personal snow day tomorrow. vodka shots for u of i's actual decision are on standby.
May or may not have just lost a contact hanging out Anthony's sunroof. Drunk. Hint: I can only see out of one eye right now.
Oh dear. If we're both hearing alien sounds then perhaps they're real.
I got really stoned and got my certification as an ordained minister. How productive has your day been?
Nope. Im a prince of the americas. I treat my women like future queens. Also, im drunk watching the royal wedding
sober me doesnt really want him anymore, but when drunk me takes over, she might want him, and god only knows the shit that might happen with drunk me.
So I realize somewhere between mildly irritated and outright belligerently pissed is where you are, but as to location, where are you?
Randomize
