the bulge in his pants is not junk. its hair. trust.
you need to leave class get on facebook and start untagging IMMEDIATELY
it's fine if we fail the bar, we were never going to satisfy the moral character requirement anyway
i may have reached my "but im high so it's cool" quota for the month.
craigslist free llama. are you in or are you in?
You cleaned out the gashes in your leg from hopping that fence with that whipped cream vodka, didnt you?
plus shes a stripper, ive been with strippers, if you fuck this up your penis will never forgive you
i should teach a seminar on how to fall off the wagon
not good my parents heard a big thud and found me passed out in the bathrrom abt an hr ago. hit my head arm and side. dont remember. real talk.
Just took my birth control pill next to the cubicle where we had sex last semester.
Last night in my drunkenness I bought hurricane supplies which included a jug of wine and a bouquet of flowers. Apparently I'm going to woo Irene.
I guess I'm in a committed relationship. We just had shot 1 of 3 of Gardasil. I'm now dead inside.
I. Did. In fact. Sprain. My liver. This. Weekend.
I heard Enya coming from steve’s room. I am too high to handle this sudden depth of character
i woke up fully clothed with teenage dream on repeat. something is wrong with me
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