so we have officially lost him as of 7 hours ago.. already called campus security, the drunk tank and the hospital. figure he'll turn up eventually..
i'll start checking the bushes on campus.
I drew a venn diagram at the top of my final comparing stuff i know and stuff on the test.
This is one of those times where I really wish my vagina could tell me what happened last night.
You were on the drunk bus swinging around on the pole when you decided you were hungry, so you pulled half a bagel out of your pants and ate it. Everyone stared at you, dumbfounded as to where it came from, and cheered
The moment you ate chicken nuggets out of your purse you were my hero.
Where the hell did i get chicken nuggets from
I just found a 2 minute video on my phone of you throwing up in a fake plant.
Carpeing THE FUCK out of that diem
and here comes the time of my day when I haw to convince a guy to drive my cape and my handle to my dorm.
We ended up at a lesbian bar and all my co-workers tried to get me laid. This is not how I envisioned coming out.
while i am personally glad that we met...i feel like for society as a whole it was a bad thing
I need to quit being a slut. It's to the point that I got my period today and automatically I Believe I Can Fly popped into my head.
I feel like there should be a 'roommate information section' of the paperwork when there's a chance you'll be given pain killers.
I never thought I would have to put a band-aid on my penis.
Well, if you're anything like me you'll get a lot of ass when you turn 30, so that's a plus
scotch tastings during the week is a baaad idea. i woke up w no pants but wearing my winter coat
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