I've walk of shamed through this apartment complex so many times, I think people think I live here.
i just turned the eviction notice into a beer pong list
The parties out here are fucking awesome and I've got the grades to prove it.
We've finally come to the understanding that as long as our conversation stays stricaly sexual, we get along.
I NEED TO GET TO THE PLAYGROUND. I JUST NEED TO SWING. IF I SWING MAYBE THE SMELL WILL COME OFF OF ME. I NEED TO SWING
Also, any YOLOwl-related sex photos will result in you winning ten orgasms, courtesy of myself, as well as sweets and bacon-based dinner. All entrants welcome
It's a drunk scavenger hunt.
Everything on the list counts for double points if done naked.
Matt's offering to breast feed it.
Visibly drunk girl eating alone at a souplantation just spilled salad all over her body. It was me
I haven't seen her in probably 3 months and when she showed up wasted to my house she promptly pulled out her tit
After the apocalypse all we'll have is vodka and twinkles.
Not as great as when your drunk mom grabbed my junk, but better than when your sober grandma sacktapped me and grabbed my butt.
We are the best cocktail. We look appealing, taste amazing, and ruin lives.
I should know better than to open your texts at the grocery store
it's like my eyeball is being humped by my eyelid
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