I woke up this morning under my fitted sheet and my legs through the sleeves of my sweater.
smoked weed with Joakim Noah last night....if he was half as fast to the basket as he is to grab a joint from me we'd have another championship on our hands
my debutante medallion kept hitting his balls when i went down on him
He was actually able to throw up in the bucket from the top bunk. im impressed.
drunk making out is the fucking beeeest. specially when it's your exboyfriend
I wonder if you'll be as excited about this as you are now tomorrow morning.
Lesbians. Lesbians everywhere.
You're probably reading this when you wake up from your "nap" in the front yard. Maybe next week you should go to class, and not start Thirsty Thursday at 9:30 in the morning.
Come to me. Jacob is confessing his love and all I want is a hot dog. With chili. Not love.
I feel like fucking him is something we all do but don't want to admit to. like masturbating or peeing in the shower
sometimes u just have to say fuck it and help a straight sixteen year old break into her uncles gay bar.
I took Xanax and it did nothing to me. First sign I'm crazy and actually need it.
People were running around punching out the ceiling tiles Super Mario style.
If one of us has to be polite I guess I won't sneak out while he's in the shower
His dick is a spiritual experience and meditation is very important to me.
There is an episode of "how it's made" on tv right now. The subject is tequila and water beds. Basically my life.
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