Stop blaming waffle house for all your problems
Some are given great drunkenness. Others have great drunkenness thrust upon them, in the form of ice storms.
Dude she's famous. She's on an episode of campus pd. Can't not fuck her
I'm missing some hair, but it's cool. Breadsticks are done.
Dude you were sitting on a bench on the street with her for 45 minutes thinking you were on the bus
I was so high I told him we should rub faces and pretend to be wombats. He was surprisingly enthusiastic about it.
That man gives me hope. I can't help it. And by "hope" I mean "wood."
I'm not driving across town for three thrusts and an excuse
shes on the ground doing bicycle kicks screaming "is my ass good enough for you now satan" send help
This heat and humidity do not mix with these braless DDs and a tank top at a BBQ.
He specifically said I couldn't post the picture of him passed out naked except for a strategically placed washcloth. Where's the fun in that?
YOU'RE MARRIED. TO OTHER PEOPLE.
We hooked up last night. I think it was great for our friendship.
My day so far: morning after pill and pancakes. Living the dream.
In other news, I tore a tendon in my hand from giving my boyfriend handjobs so that's how my day is going
woke up with a tree in my apartment. also the everclear bottle is suspiciously low
suspiciously? i think one of those explains the other
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