i recognized the place by the puke stain i left on the pool table when i hooked up with his roommate.
Its like fucking yourself in the head with a weed strapon
St Patricks Day is not the day you decide to have a sober epiphany.
There's always the 'not have sex with the drunk girl I just met at some party' option.
That was the plan but Tequila showed up at the party too.
The first aid guy just told us to go get hammered...I'm taking his advice
sold 4 oz of weed today pantsless. man i love college.
I really appreciate you zipping up my pants at the bar. You didn't even ruin my Bermuda triangle.
I get hit on by the prison guards every time i go to see him. Seriously.
He might not have any marketable talents, but the kid dry humps like no other.
We've started traveling with Michael and Patrick so we can pretend we're two legit straight couples.
A charade that fell apart the second another couple on the cruse found Sarah face down in my box on an observation deck.
My exam ends at 4pm so I plan to be passed out in the bar by 5pm. Want to join me?
Everyone was in the walk-in getting high, and I had to be all cool. Serving soup and salads. Night manager status doesn't pay enough.
And suddenly....Tubas. Tubas everywhere.
There they were doing the deed on the beach, looked like two seagulls fighting over a chicken bone.
He sent me a dick pic for every page I had to write for final papers (87) & brought me adderall. Tell me that isn't romance.
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