You don't understand, Single Ladies is like the Don't Stop Believing of the gay community.
There's limited edition cherry vanilla nyquil. It's like they know how much I hate myself and they're giving me a consolation prize.
You insisted I take photos of you vomiting off the top of the tree.
There's a man in a pumpkin/reaper outfit advertising a new head shop outside the Taco Bell. I love this town.
the amount of chicks and firearms here is unnerving. this will end awesomely or at the morgue.
I keep shaking cocoa puffs out of my hair. Best Sunday Funday ever.
Think of all the island guys I could have. Ah well.
You can not bait me into a "how Stella got her groove back" call and response.
So I can confidently say that I'm the only 3rd year engineering student who completed all 4 of their exams with One Direction pens
My poor liver. I drank enough on NYE to sustain an alcohol addiction for the entirety of 2015.
Underoos and an IDGAF attitude: all you need to successfully win at life
(Underoos optional)
I think she tried to suffocate me with her tits...she almost succeeded.
New guy moved in the apartment next door. He's a combat vet, 6'4", Adonis body and going to med school. My vagina is chewing thru the wall as we speak.
Let's take a shot for every time we've said "I don't want to get that drunk tonight"
I'm bleeding and intoxicated as I'm walking to my final right now. Wish me luck
Why do so many fanfic writers want to see hockey players get pregnant?
Randomize
