dude, i look like john mccains neck right now
I thought I was riding a bike, but I guess it was a vacuum cleaner
morning outfit: hottub soaked skirt. no underwear. someone's bandanna worn as a shirt. took me an hour to walk home. this isn't fun anymore.
If I pass out leave the food near me so i can wake up to it
Eating meat and looking at porn while roommate is at church for Ash Wednesday. Win.
That just sounds like a recipe for sex in my backyard. Yes.
He waited until after foreplay to tell me that he didn't have a condom and "we" would just have to settle for a bj tonight...
But hes like a baby bird with a broken wing that i want to FUCK.
Ok! I picked up an anti-celebratory bottle of champagne on the way to dinner for her going to rehab. That's how I feel about this...
I was scared that I should know him but I was too busy blacking out to remember
to instagram or to not instagram the picture i took of when i shit in the urinal
I need an inhaler full of pot for all of this breathless rage.
You know you're too high when you find yourself crying at " hand in my pocket" by Alanis Morissette because it's "just TOO REAL"
learning about efficiency and effectiveness in an administration seminar. real world application: walking across the street to the pub on break to shotgun a beer.
I think him and kristen are pretty serious now.. I dont think he cheats on her, anymore.
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