I mean I can't believe yesterday ended w/ your house getting firebombed. What an unexpected turn of events
fucking a dude
i mean: fucking a, dude
wow, that comma made all the difference there
I can totally hide my daquiri in my sling.
The more I throw up, the more I am remembering exactly what I drank last night...in order.
I don't think the people up for their 8am class were as impressed with how many beads i got last night as we were.
He was wearing his Class of 2007 shirt so I sat there for 5 minutes and read all the names of the guys I can remember giving head to.
We just saw him running from campus police a few minutes ago. So no, I don't think he's still passed out on the quad.
I have yet found the courage to put pants on. No judgement thursday led to no shower friday and now no pants saturday. God i miss college.
He was hiding behind my bedroom door. at noon. Wearing a t shirt. And a condom. Not attractive.
So I just went to 3 different stores because there is no way I can walk out of one store with this many reeses and still have my pride.
Being on probation is a nice change of pace. It's refreshing to wake up and know what I did last night.
I woke up covered in thousand island dressing. I need answers.
what food is Colorado known for?
Pot brownies.
He's honking my boob in his sleep
It's innocent and endearing in some way
like sometimes I wish I was allergic to latex so I wouldn't have sex with so many people..
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