My boss just told me $1,000 at a six hour event wouldn't be worth her time. She makes $70k a yr. and apparently never learned multiplication.
its summer. and we all know college gfs do not count in summer.
college gfs dont count ever. theyre like getting corn rows in jamaica. you feel cool at the time. then you go home and people make fun of you.
the only reason i even kissed her was because we were having sex when it midnight, and i heard people yelling "happy new year."
needless to say, I hope she has to get an abortion again
When I got to his place, he served wine and cheese and made me sit on the balcony while he read his poetry to me. He cockblocked himself.
Tonight just feels like one of those I'm going to lose a shoe nights.
Not sure I just ate a really big pot brownie, I feel like my future is uncertain
No really tho I'm wearing a chucky cheese shirt and yoga pants. If that doesn't scream no sex idk what does
I only see on penis in this picture but I assume there is another lurking out of sight.
University has ruined us all. I just had to clarify the last time I had sex as "No, not at the party we crawled home from in the snow. It was the one where you puked off the balcony and hit the barbecue."
we left when one of the guys tried to stick himself with an IV that he found
I'm not getting off this floor. I love this floor
I just need a fucking pair of pants. Is that too much to ask for?
I shall relish in being the most basic of bitches
Ahhh, beer. My second favorite breakfast drink.
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