I'm gonna write a book, Things that go bump in the night: The story of Katelyn. Chapter one, my roommate is a dumb whore.
jersey shore drinking game rules must be edited. almost died. how is it possible for a person to say guido that many times
I wasn't interested in him...but then he played The Office theme song on acoustic guitar. I'm sorry.
Security brought me back to our hotel room in a wheelchair last night. Vegas.
And if you ever tell anyone that I will fucking kill you.
and she was grinding on the wall, purring at guys she liked at the pregame...
Yeah, he said he was getting "welcome back Winnipeg Jets drunk" then puked on his jersey.
No. And Marissa said shitting in the handicap bathroom at work does not get you into the club. You have to shit yourself. She said.
I'm approaching homosexuality at an increasingly alarming rate with each break up.
First roommate to find me and dance with me will live. Battle Royale.
So what's going on?
We hit boys town to get stupid. I mean invading Iraq stupid.
He looked at me and just said "moist". The entire party shut down from uncomfortableness. He is an anti-party wizard.
yeah, I'm getting gagged by the cock of fate
it's the international house of making me almost fucking shit myself
One three hour marathon fuck session and now she's divorcing her husband. Should I get business cards made?
The house across the street caught on fire today, Drunk people high centered their car tonight. Looking out my front window I get to watch police chases all the time. I am going to miss this place.
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