i blew a .213 what kind of thug blows the compton area code exactly? this guy
its summer. and we all know college gfs do not count in summer.
college gfs dont count ever. theyre like getting corn rows in jamaica. you feel cool at the time. then you go home and people make fun of you.
theyre doing DJ Khaled impressions again...
One reason I don't come to Portland. I saw 8 guys I have had sex with last night. At the same party.
By 8 I mean 9.
And by 9 I mean 10.
You should get a handy in the street again, just to prove you've still got it.
Cavemen vs astronauts. weapons to be determined. Who would win?
i didnt have any regrets until i found out he was a freshman.... and the only reason he got into yale was because of soccer... and he wasnt premed.
This bitch rocks a fuckin fanny pack and still manages to lose her phone at every thirsty thursday
Seriously. I'm like, "Wait, we are actually talking about physics in the middle of sex and its ACTUALLY erotic because you're so fucking intelligent I'm turned on?"
Going to put that on my resume. "Only accidentally snapchatted my titties to all of my friends once."
The last thing I remember is goading each other into a vodka-chugging competition.
im buying my prof a giftcard to the state store bc he talked ab crying into a glass of tequila so he deserves it
After finding out he was married when we were together, I don't trust him.
Grumpy Cat is dead and fuck EVERYTHING.
She is crazy bro, she'll kiss me after eating her ass but looses her fucking mind if I double dip a french fry in "our" ketchup!
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