we're blogging at a bar
Sitting at a red light. Windows are down. I'm blasting Gaga's "Disco Stick" and doing an interpretive dance to it because I think I'm hilarious. Look to the left and see two Phi Delts that I know with their windows down. They are horrified. I am probably going to lose their Facebook friendships.
At least you didnt end up topless in a Tina Turner wig singing cabaret tunes
on the last problem of the exam i just drew a picture of a cat and left
fyi gin and iced coffee...not my greatest invention
okay, certainly we can't screw this up, and even as I type, I know we will
christmas break will be like the 25 days of orgasms
I had a dream that we erected a stage in our living room for "impromptu performances" how can we make this a reality?
I could've eaten a live cat and wouldn't remember it today. That level of drunk.
He thinks he's a sex addict. Just. My. Type.
the other day i was so high i found pages and pages of pictures of HD hamburgers and patriotic music. bong rips for merica.
it'll be like the notebook except for with way more of my penis
I was amazing, unlike anything he's ever experienced. I somehow made him feel young and old.and he never felt old before. He feels I will literally kill him. With my magic, lethal vagina.
There's a big difference between a penis and a toilet.
Grumpy Cat is dead and fuck EVERYTHING.
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