He's not gay. He just has bad gaydar and he gaydared himself and was wrong.
4 feet of snow. teaching the cats how to snow swim. throwing them off the porch and seeing what happens.
still doesn't change the fact you were dunking your sock in the toilet.
I'm going to come in a little later this morning....there's no heterosexual way to say this....$1 flip flop sale at old navy
HAPPY NEWYEARSM FAGTRON! GETTING HEAD IN TAXI I WIN
Im wearing all my glow sticks to bed so i know where my arms are at all times.
You know it's time to cut back when your unemployed drug dealer roommate tells you that you party too hard.
So we just left her at the hospital. She is not ruining my Monday night
I wish dancing around my house in my bra and underwear to Love Shack whilst eating strawberry cake batter was an acceptable form of exercise.
My mom has finally acknowledged my soft spot for Russians. Finally.
he has a party story that rivals our "PTSD- soldier-with-a-knife" party story. I'm pretty sure this is part of some prophecy.
Got home. All the lights were on. All the doors were unlocked. My room was covered in beads, there's puke in the sink and of course our toilet is still broke. I'd say it was a decent Mardi Gras
I am descending into that finals week rage fueled by ramen, mountain dew and bad sex is what's up.
I am watching the most amazing drunk person ever. Literally such a trooper that you can put anything in front of him he'll drink it. His latest reason for taking another shot was: well whatever. I'm never gonna get married anyway.
i can feel my liver failing just LOOKING at that thing
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