I wish we were homeless so drinking on the streets was acceptable.
he asked me to hangout with him...and his son
If you're still on campus there's a jack and coke in the bathroom of fondren science Bldg. Too strong to bring to class.
It's not quite a landing strip... It's more like a soul patch for my vagina.
my head gets it he sucks but my LAME FUCKING HEART IN MY VAGINA doesnt
i can feel the knowledge leaking out of my brain
replace it with alcohol - nature abhors a vacuum
I remember having the weirdest thoughts and thinking our room was a compass and we were in the compass or something.
Alls I remember is making out with that chick.
Nope that was a dude
There's a patch of dead grass from where you would notoriously throw up after every good night in July. This summer was great.
On second thought, is it weird that I scheduled a surgery that determines my fertility around lingerie football night? I might have fucked up priorities.
Absolutely not. I would have done the exact same thing.
Trying to figure out why my back is hurting. And then I remember I got fucked up against a tree last night
I went to Walmart last night to buy some CDs--which is a sentence I never thought I'd say in 2016.
Good new is, my parents are alive. Better news they will be in the hospital all weekend. Best news is im having a house party. All weekend.
Of course his biggest mistake was assuming that I ever gave a fuck to begin with.
well that was a fail
maybe for you, but i got a free ice cube in my bra
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