Let's just say he looked at my vagina like it was a rubics cube.
I don't think blacking out in class is a good idea. But I'm game
The question of "Will I eat a piece of curried chicken off the floor?" has been answered tonight.
I repeat the shot was ON FIRE. I am never going to a pirate bar again.
Also, just had a student offer to sell me Xanax. Want some? Just for like a rainy day. Or our memorial day shitshow. Or just another Wednesday night.
And for those of you keeping score at home this is the 7th time I've found Casey passed out head first in a bowl of chips at a party I didn't even know she was at
I feel like our relationship should have moved on from you constantly asking if I'm gay
should i save it for someone special or be a feminist and be like "my vagina doesnt define me"
Sounds like either a very good Friday night or a very bad Saturday morning.
Yeah, so, that moment when the repair guy comes in and you see your cock ring on the counter one second before he does.
It is such a beautiful day to not be arrested
I don't have any soul left to be crushed.
I was just thinking about all the dick I could catch while I am home. But then I realized I am too lazy to get out of my pjs and leave my cat.
We got drunk, we had raw sex and we discussed about the showrunner change in Doctor Who, in that order.
I flashed my boobs, shit my pants, and kissed the wrong twin. I'm on a roll you don't want in on.
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