I'm going to an arts college, I live next to the frat houses, and my room number is 420. god has plans for me and I couldn't be happier.
we're at Rob's house and just invented the best drinking game ever....we are on Chatroulette and everytime we see a dick we all have to drink.
Hairspray is covering 85% of my body. Help.
Wait until you see the roof.
Then they all walked away with the drinks I bought them, and the fat one slapped me in the face. I left and my car had been towed. Worst night ever.
He came on my face. Threw a towel at me. Stole my weed. And left. I thought this would be over after we graduated?
Finished sriting an apology letter to my liver 2 weeks before st. Patricks game on
his first fb message to me in 3 years was "is your cock open for business?" im blocking him
I knew he was a classy dude because when I told him my name was Jen he said "Gin? Like Gin & Juice?"
After the day I've had, I can't decide if donuts or fireball would be the appropriate priority.
You ate ashes out of my bong
worse hangover than the time you almost threw up in a plant in front of your daycare kids?
...I don't remember telling you about that but yes
I crawled to the bathroom this morning there were cornpops scattered on the floor? What was I doing last night?
Already doing pt exercises by picking my margarita up off the night stand. Fuck yeah.
i think i left you like a 5 minute message about the mcchicken burger i was eating. I think I called wanting sex but the mcchicken burger was a lot more seducing.
he would NOT stop making out with my stomach! creeeeeepy
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