I'll listen to your side of the story when you stop being such a whore.
we got our roommate high for the first time. He went into his room alone and watched Malcolm in the middle for three hours
hammered. By myself. Accident. Faillll. Snowwwwwy
a garbage man just dropped off my phone and wallet. he found them in the trash this morning.
she's throwing a head of lettuce everywhere shouting HEADS UP and trying to get us to play catch with her. i'm scared.
It's ok that you're screwing someone else while trying to get back with me, I'm banging three girls while I ignore you.
Chill out, I'm getting ready as fast as I can. I didn't even masturbate in the shower.
Walking into the first day of college is like walking into a meat market. A meat market of sex.
I just want to be naked all the time but not in a sexual, come-hither and look at my ass sort of way. In a slightly chubby yet not ashamed way as I eat Taco Bell and lay on soft fuzzy blankets.
It's not too terrible. You just got a little naked and broke your arm.
I lost my bra at his grandma's house so there's that.
It's not as funny as it sounds. I shit myself at the company Christmas party.
So was it everything you dreamed it would be
I puked.
Twice.
So is that a yes?
Is it just me or is it like a girl gets married and all of a sudden she’s a “blogger”?
I'd rather plunge my eyes out than acknowledge being related to either of my brothers
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